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  • #1
    “Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complexity and nuance that I hadn't realized was gone. With Lucy I was a native speaker.”
    Ann Patchett, Truth & Beauty

  • #2
    “I was starting to wonder if I was ready to be a writer, not someone who won prizes, got published and was given the time and space to work, but someone who wrote as a course of life. Maybe writing wouldn't have any rewards. Maybe the salvation I would gain through work would only be emotional and intellectual. Wouldn't that be enough, to be a waitress who found an hour or two hidden in every day to write?”
    Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty: A Friendship

  • #3
    Brigid Kemmerer
    “Nick,” he said. “I think I’m going to need you to bite my arm.”
    “I think I’m going to need you to run that by me again.”
    Brigid Kemmerer, Storm

  • #4
    Becca Fitzpatrick
    “You smell good, too,” said Patch

    It’s called a shower.” I was staring straight ahead. When he didn’t answer, I turned sideways. “Soap. Shampoo. Hot water.”

    Naked. I know the drill.”
    Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

  • #5
    Cassandra Clare
    “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?"

    "They ate it too," Will reminisced. "Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #6
    Cassandra Clare
    “That was enterprising," Will sounded nearly impressed.
    Nate smiled. Tess shot him a furious look. "Don't look pleased with yourself. When Will says 'enterprising' he means 'morally deficient.'"
    "No, I mean enterprising," said Will. "When I mean morally deficient, I say, 'Now, that's something I would have done'.”
    Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

  • #7
    Cassandra Clare
    “Even in half demon hunter clothes, Clary thought, he looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets.
    Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #8
    Mary Doria Russell
    “There's an old Jewish story that says in the beginning God was everywhere and everything, a totality. But to make creation, God had to remove Himself from some part of the universe, so something besides Himself could exist. So He breathed in, and in the places where God withdrew, there creation exists."

    So God just leaves?"

    No. He watches. He rejoices. He weeps. He observes the moral drama of human life and gives meaning to it by caring passionately about us, and remembering."

    Matthew ten, verse twenty-nine: Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it."

    But the sparrow still falls.”
    Mary Doria Russell, The Sparrow

  • #9
    “You should date a girl who reads.
    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

    Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

    She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

    Buy her another cup of coffee.

    Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

    She has to give it a shot somehow.

    Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

    Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

    Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

    If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

    You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

    You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

    Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

    Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
    Rosemarie Urquico

  • #10
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #11
    Dorothy Dunnett
    “For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.”
    Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate

  • #12
    Dorothy Dunnett
    “Perfectly prepared to be an eavesdropper but unwilling to look like one, Philippa backed quickly towards the door and collided, hard, with an unseen person striding forward equally fast into the room. There was a hiss, more than echoed by herself as the breath was struck from her body. Then two cool, friendly hands held and steadied her, one on her shoulder and one on her flat waist, and a low voice said, ‘Admirable Philippa. I always enter my battlefields in reverse, too. But my own battlefields, my little friend. Not other people’s.”
    Dorothy Dunnett, Pawn in Frankincense

  • #13
    Brigid Kemmerer
    “Mom!" Becca stared at her. "You think—you think I'm dating Michael?"
    Her mom stared back at her, obviously thrown. "You're not?"
    This would be hilarious if her mom didn't look so serious.
    "Oh my god," cried Becca. "Are you kidding? Michael is the last person I would ever—oh my god. I wouldn't go out with him if someone paid me. Ugh, that's just—"
    "You know I can hear you, right?" called Michael.”
    Brigid Kemmerer, Storm

  • #14
    Brigid Kemmerer
    “If I find out you laid a hand on my daughter--"
    "What?" said Gabriel. "You'll stand here and bitch about it?"
    "Stop it!" cried Layne, dragging his coat and backpack from the kitchen. Her dad took a step forward.
    "I'll have you arrested and charged with trespassing and statutory rape."
    "Then I'm going to need another fifteen minutes.”
    Brigid Kemmerer, Spark

  • #15
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “It is extraordinarily entertaining to watch the historians of the past ... entangling themselves in what they were pleased to call the "problem" of Queen Elizabeth. They invented the most complicated and astonishing reasons both for her success as a sovereign and for her tortuous matrimonial policy. She was the tool of Burleigh, she was the tool of Leicester, she was the fool of Essex; she was diseased, she was deformed, she was a man in disguise. She was a mystery, and must have some extraordinary solution. Only recently has it occrurred to a few enlightened people that the solution might be quite simple after all. She might be one of the rare people were born into the right job and put that job first.”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, Are Women Human? Penetrating, Sensible and Witty Essays on the Role of Women in Society

  • #16
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “I entirely agree that a historian ought to be precise in detail; but unless you take all the characters and circumstances into account, you are reckoning without the facts. The proportions and relations of things are just as much facts as the things themselves.”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night

  • #17
    Dorothy L. Sayers
    “Placetne, magistra?"

    "Placet.”
    Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night

  • #18
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #19
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
    "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #20
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #21
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #22
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
    Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
    Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,
    One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
    One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
    One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.
    In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #23
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #24
    Peter Jackson
    “End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.”
    Peter Jackson

  • #25
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way.

    GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

    PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what?

    GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.

    PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad.

    GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

  • #27
    So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters;
    “So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority, belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are 'sides,' and it is necessary for one side to beat another side, and of the utmost importance to walk up to a platform and receive from the hands of the Headmaster himself a highly ornamental pot.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

  • #29
    Virginia Woolf
    “Money dignifies what is frivolous if unpaid for.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #30
    Virginia Woolf
    “Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise men never say anything else apparently.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own



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