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  • #1
    Terri Farley
    “Morning's great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.”
    Terri Farley, Seven Tears Into the Sea

  • #2
    Truman Capote
    “You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
    Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's

  • #3
    Rachel Caine
    “The second bathroom's downstairs - that's kind of the emergency backup bathroom when Shane's in there moussing his hair for like an hour or something...."
    "Bite me!" Shane yelled from behind the closed door.”
    Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

  • #4
    Rachel Caine
    “There is no such thing as unlimited trust. At some point, all beings with free will can, and will, betray you when you're no longer pursuing the same goals.”
    Rachel Caine, Unknown

  • #5
    Rachel Caine
    “She dug in her backpack, found her cell phone, and checked for coverage. It was kind of lame in Morganville, truthfully, out in the middle of the prarie, in the middle of Texas, which was about as middle of nowhere as it was possible to get unless you wanted to go to Mongolia or something....

    Claire started dialing numbers. The first person told her that they'd already found somebody.... The second one sounded like a weird old guy. The third one was a weird old lady. The fourth one... well, the fourth one was just plain weird.”
    Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

  • #6
    Rachel Caine
    “She wanted to lunge over and kiss him. Well, ew, not really, maybe a hug. Or a hanshake.
    Claire about Oliver
    Rachel Caine, Ghost Town

  • #7
    Rachel Caine
    “I'm gonna kill him," Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.
    Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-"

    And what?" (Michael)

    When did you get home?" Claire demanded.

    Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It's...different.”
    Rachel Caine, Feast of Fools

  • #8
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
    "If I did?"
    "I don't like it."
    He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

  • #9
    Kelly Creagh
    “Danny, give me the phone." Isobel thrust her hand out for the receiver. "And you can forget the five bucks."

    "I was gonna charge you three-fifty anyway," he said, holding the phone just out of reach. "He knew he hadn't dialed the wrong number, so I had to tell him you were on the crapper.”
    Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

  • #10
    Kelly Creagh
    “She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simple. Look at it and say what it is. "Sloppy Joe," she managed.

    "Hmm," he said, sounding doubtful. "May he rest in peace.”
    Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

  • #11
    Kelly Creagh
    “A tall, thin boy with choppy black hair stood next to her. He eyed Isobel as she approached, sizing her up, grinning like he found something funny. She glared at him in return, ready for him to say just one thing about her cheer uniform, because she knew he must have pulled the black jeans he wore straight from the girls' rack at Target.”
    Kelly Creagh, Nevermore
    tags: humor

  • #12
    Kelly Creagh
    “This should make him happy. This should change him. But it doesn't. It can't. He's been changed already. And I don't know what to write anymore, because I'm afraid of what it will be. Because I can't think, and she asks me to write, but I won't know what to write. I can't think. I can't think. Isobel. Isobel. Isobel.”
    Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

  • #13
    Vivian Vande Velde
    “If you don't like vampire games, don't play”
    Vivian Vande Velde, Companions of the Night

  • #14
    Holly Black
    “Marks forget that whenever something's too good to be true, that's because it's a con.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #15
    Holly Black
    “Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. "I saw your mother's trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you're just like her."

    "If I was, I would make you beg to blow me," I sneer.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #16
    C.S. Lewis
    “I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather, C. S. Lewis.”
    C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

  • #17
    Katie Alender
    “Oh." He sat in confused silence for a few seconds. "Can I ask you a very serious question?"
    "I rather you didn't," I said.
    He stared straight into my eyes. "If you were an animal, what animal would you be?"
    WAIT, WHAT? "Wait, what?"
    "It's a classic icebreaker."
    "If I were an ANIMAL...?"
    He faked a sigh and checked an imaginary watch. "Your inability to answer the question doesn't bode well for-"
    "I refuse to answer that," I said. "On the grounds that it's probably the stupidest thing I've ever been asked."
    He stared at me, frowning. "I hear your subconscious saying MONKEY.”
    Katie Alender, Bad Girls Don't Die

  • #18
    Holly Black
    “She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.”
    Holly Black, Tithe

  • #19
    Holly Black
    “The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.”
    Holly Black, White Cat

  • #20
    Joyce Carol Oates
    “I never change, I simply become more myself.”
    Joyce Carol Oates, Solstice

  • #21
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #22
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #23
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence– whether much that is glorious– whether all that is profound– does not spring from disease of thought– from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Tales and Poems

  • #24
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #25
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “I have no faith in human perfectibility. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #26
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

  • #27
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
    Edgar Allan Poe

  • #28
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
    Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
    As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
    Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
    Only this, and nothing more."

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
    And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
    For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
    Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
    Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
    Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
    Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
    This it is, and nothing more."

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
    Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
    That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
    Darkness there, and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
    Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
    This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
    Merely this, and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
    Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
    Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
    Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
    'Tis the wind and nothing more."

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
    In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
    Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

    Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
    By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
    Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
    Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
    Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
    Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

    Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
    Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
    Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
    With such name as "Nevermore.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #29
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
    And this maiden she lived with no other thought
    Than to love and be loved by me.

    I was a child and she was a child,
    In this kingdom by the sea;
    But we loved with a love that was more than love-
    I and my Annabel Lee;
    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
    Coveted her and me.

    And this was the reason that, long ago,
    In this kingdom by the sea,
    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
    My beautiful Annabel Lee;
    So that her highborn kinsman came
    And bore her away from me,
    To shut her up in a sepulchre
    In this kingdom by the sea.

    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
    Went envying her and me-
    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
    In this kingdom by the sea)
    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
    Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

    But our love it was stronger by far than the love
    Of those who were older than we-
    Of many far wiser than we-
    And neither the angels in heaven above,
    Nor the demons down under the sea,
    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
    Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
    In the sepulchre there by the sea,
    In her tomb by the sounding sea.”
    Edgar Allen Poe

  • #30
    J.M. Barrie
    “To die will be an awfully big adventure.”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan



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