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  • #1
    Tracy Chevalier
    “He spoke her name as though he held cinnamon in his mouth.”
    Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

  • #2
    Arthur Miller
    “Be loving to him. Because he’s only a little boat looking for a harbor.”
    Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman

  • #3
    Ted Hughes
    “But the jewel you lost was blue.”
    Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters

  • #4
    Tracy Chevalier
    “I knew that he would go out to the tavern, returning with eyes like glittering spoons.”
    Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

  • #5
    Tracy Chevalier
    “I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips.”
    Tracy Chevalier, Girl with a Pearl Earring

  • #6
    Samuel Johnson
    “Depend on it, I will defend this little citadel to the utmost.”
    Samuel Johnson

  • #7
    Charles Dickens
    “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
    Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

  • #8
    Leonardo da Vinci
    “The men of experiment are like the ant; they only collect and use. But the bee gathers its materials from the flowers of the garden and of the field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own.”
    Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo's Notebooks

  • #9
    William Shakespeare
    “You have witchcraft in your lips.”
    William Shakespeare Henry V.

  • #10
    Bob Newhart
    “I think you should be a child for as long as you can. I have been successful for 74 years being able to do that.”
    Bob Newhart

  • #11
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Her voice is full of money.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #13
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

  • #14
    Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
    “Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
    J. D. Salinger

  • #15
    Paulo Coelho
    “Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.”
    Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym

  • #16
    Gary Paulsen
    “The thing with dying was to try to not die and make death take you with surprise.”
    Gary Paulsen

  • #17
    Margaret Atwood
    “When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #18
    Gabrielle Zevin
    “Sometimes books don't find us until the right time.”
    Gabrielle Zevin, The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

  • #19
    Russell Hoban
    “After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?”
    Russell Hoban

  • #20
    Patrick Ness
    “To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it.”
    Patrick Ness

  • #21
    Agatha Christie
    “I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
    Agatha Christie

  • #23
    Ezra Pound
    “There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight”
    Ezra Pound

  • #24
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “We are sitting in a fortress. Outside it is getting dark.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #25
    C.S. Lewis
    “I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that had become habitual. Thought after thought feeling after feeling, action after action, had H. for their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an harrow to the string, then I remember and have to lay the bow down. So many roads lead thought to H. I set out on one of them. But now there's an impassable frontierpost across it. So many roads once; now so many culs de sac.”
    C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed



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