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  • #1
    “If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
    Joan Powers, Pooh's Little Instruction Book

  • #2
    A.A. Milne
    “Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
    "Pooh!" he whispered.
    "Yes, Piglet?"
    "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.”
    A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

  • #3
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #4
    Mae West
    “You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
    Mae West

  • #6
    Bil Keane
    “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”
    Bill Keane

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

  • #8
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is no friend as loyal as a book.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #9
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #10
    Ernest Hemingway
    “All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #11
    Ernest Hemingway
    “You are all a lost generation.

    [with credit to Gertrude Stein]”
    Ernest Hemingway , The Sun Also Rises

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #13
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #14
    Malcolm Cowley
    “Everywhere was the atmosphere of a long debauch that had to end; the orchestras played too fast, the stakes were too high at the gambling tables, the players were so empty, so tired, secretly hoping to vanish together into sleep and ... maybe wake on a very distant morning and hear nothing, whatever, no shouting or crooning, find all things changed.”
    Malcolm Cowley, Exile's Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s



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