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“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”
― Henry David Thoreau

“The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink.”
― Walter Mosley

“There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.”
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist

“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.”
― Stephen King

“Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.”
― Stephen King

“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
― Stephen King

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you;
Be true to your word and your work and your friend;
Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you,
Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.”
― John Boyle O'Reilly, Life of John Boyle O'Reilly

“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.”
― Narcotics Anonymous

“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.”
― Émile Zola

“Great minds are always feared by lesser minds.”
― Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol

“In recognizing the humanity of our fellow beings, we pay ourselves the highest tribute.”
― Thurgood Marshall

“I'm dreaming of great things and doing them”
― Donna Hill

“because Harriette Blaine had worked at the Library of Congress since she was seventeen years old. She was now seventy-two and still as sharp as the day she started, mentally and fashion-wise. Harriette knew where all the bodies were buried, and where the next designer sale would be held before word hit the street.”
― Olivia Hill, Murder in the Aisles

“Most people didn’t know that his mother was black. She died when he was three, and his Italian father raised him. He didn’t hold that up as some kind of “get in free” card. The reality was, his entire life he walked a tightrope between his two realities. More often than not he took the road of least resistance—his white privilege.”
― Olivia Hill, Murder in the Aisles