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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #2
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #4
    William Shakespeare
    “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
    William Shakespeare, As You Like It

  • #5
    William Shakespeare
    “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
    William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

  • #6
    E. Lockhart
    “The universe is seeming really huge right now. I need something to hold on to.”
    E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

  • #7
    Meg Wolitzer
    “We're talking about the novel, right? But maybe we're not. We're talking about ourselves. And I guess that's what can start to happen when you talk about a book.”
    Meg Wolitzer, Belzhar

  • #8
    Vikram Seth
    “God save us from people who mean well.”
    Vikram Seth, A Suitable Boy

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again.
    "So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking...”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #10
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #11
    Robert Frost
    “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there is some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.”
    Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening



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