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  • #1
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

  • #2
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin

  • #3
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

  • #4
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “I think," Tehanu said in her soft, strange voice, "that when I die, I can breathe back the breath that made me live. I can give back to the world all that I didn't do. All that I might have been and couldn't be. All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, The Other Wind

  • #5
    Philip Pullman
    “It comes from history. It comes from the record of the Inquisition, persecuting heretics and torturing Jews and all that sort of stuff; and it comes from the other side, too, from the Protestants burning the Catholics. It comes from the insensate pursuit of innocent and crazy old women, and from the Puritans in America burning and hanging the witches — and it comes not only from the Christian church but also from the Taliban. Every single religion that has a monotheistic god ends up by persecuting other people and killing them because they don't accept him. Wherever you look in history, you find that. It’s still going on.”
    Philip Pullman

  • #6
    Philip Pullman
    “If you want something you can have it, but only if you want everything that goes with it, including all the hard work and the despair, and only if you're willing to risk failure. ”
    Philip Pullman, Clockwork, or All Wound Up

  • #7
    Philip Pullman
    “Was there only one world after all which spent its time dreaming of others?”
    Philip Pullman

  • #8
    Philip Pullman
    “A murderer was a worthy companion.”
    Philip Pullman

  • #9
    Suzanne Collins
    “It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #10
    Henry Van Dyke
    “Time is
    Too Slow for those who Wait,
    Too Swift for those who Fear,
    Too Long for those who Grieve,
    Too Short for those who Rejoice;
    But for those who Love,
    Time is not.”
    Henry van Dyke, Music and Other Poems

  • #11
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
    Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems

  • #12
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #13
    Haruki Murakami
    “Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.”
    Murakami, Haruki

  • #14
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

  • #15
    Cassandra Clare
    “It's all right to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #16
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
    It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
    Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #17
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #18
    Leonardo da Vinci
    “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
    Leonardo da Vinci

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Mark Twain
    “I didn't have time to write a short letter, so I wrote a long one instead.”
    Mark Twain

  • #21
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “People simplify 'Apollonian' into 'mild', and 'calm', and 'cool'. But 'Apollonian' and 'Dionysian' are two sides of one coin--a nun kneeling in her cell, holding perfectly still, can be in ecstacy more frenzied than any priestess of Pan Priapus celebrating the vernal equinox.”
    Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

  • #22
    Umberto Eco
    “Usually the recipe for a bestseller is to give people what they want. My challenge is and was: Give them what they do not expect. Be severe with them. The world of media is full of easy answers, wash-and-wear philosophies, instant ecstacies, what-me-worry Epiphanies. Probably readers want a little more.”
    Umberto Eco

  • #23
    J.G. Ballard
    “Au revoir, jewelled alligators and white hotels, hallucinatory forests, farewell.”
    J.G. Ballard

  • #24
    J.G. Ballard
    “Sex is now a conceptual act, it's probably only in terms of the perversions that we can make contact with each other at all.”
    J.G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition

  • #25
    Algernon Blackwood
    “No man can describe to another convincingly wherein lies the magic of the woman who ensnares him.”
    Algernon Blackwood

  • #26
    Algernon Blackwood
    “Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables.

    ("The Man Whom The Trees Loved")”
    Algernon Blackwood, Tales Of The Uncanny And Supernatural

  • #27
    Algernon Blackwood
    “For beauty was her accident, and while admirable, was not a determining factor.”
    Algernon Blackwood

  • #28
    T.H. White
    “The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.”
    T.H. White, The Once and Future King

  • #29
    Betty  Smith
    “Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
    Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

  • #30
    Jack Kerouac
    “Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk — real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road
    tags: sex



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