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  • #1
    It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our
    “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

  • #2
    Charles Dickens
    “A loving heart is the truest wisdom.”
    Charles Dickens

  • #3
    William Styron
    “A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”
    William Styron, Conversations with William Styron

  • #4
    Maya Angelou
    “I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #5
    J.K. Rowling
    “Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
    "After all this time?"
    "Always," said Snape.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #6
    “And no one will remember us, who we were or what happened here. Sand will blow across Pacific Avenue and against the windows of the Moonstone, and new people will arrive and walk down the beach to the great ocean. They will be in love, or they will be lost, and they will have no words. And the waves will sound to them as they did to us the first time we heard them.”
    Bill Clegg, Did You Ever Have A Family

  • #7
    Siri Hustvedt
    “The recollections of an older man are different from those of a younger man. What seemed vital at forty may lose its significance at seventy. We manufacture stories, after all, from the fleeting sensory material that bombards us at every instant, a fragmented series of pictures, conversations, odors, and the touch of things and people. We delete most of it to live with some semblance of order, and the reshuffling of memory goes on until we die.”
    Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved

  • #8
    Siri Hustvedt
    “I don't want the words to be naked the way they are in faxes or in the computer. I want them to be covered by an envelope that you have to rip open in order to get at. I want there to be a waiting time -a pause between the writing and the reading. I want us to be careful about what we say to each other. I want the miles between us to be real and long. This will be our law -that we write our dailiness and our suffering very, very carefully.”
    Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved

  • #9
    Jandy Nelson
    “grief is a house
    where the chairs
    have forgotten how to hold us
    the mirrors how to reflect us
    the walls how to contain us

    grief is a house that disappears
    each time someone knocks at the door
    or rings the bell
    a house that blows into the air
    at the slightest gust
    that buries itself deep in the ground
    while everyone is sleeping

    grief is a house where no one can protect you
    where the younger sister
    will grow older than the older one
    where the doors
    no longer let you in
    or out”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #10
    Jandy Nelson
    “All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground.”
    Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

  • #11
    “Alle vil bli skrevet dikt om" sa han. "Men ingen vil være karakterer i en roman.”
    Jens M. Johansson, Et godt liv

  • #12
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “Your feminist premise should be: I matter. I matter equally. Not “if only.” Not “as long as.” I matter equally. Full stop.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions

  • #13
    Bill Clegg
    “Some trees love an ax, a drunk old-timer mumbled one night at the Tap, back when she still went there, and something in what he said rang true, but when she later remembered what he'd said, she disagreed and though instead that the tree gets used to the ax, which has nothing to do with love. It settles into being chipped away at, bit by bit, blade by blade, until it doesn't feel anything anymore, and then, because nothing else can happen, what's left crumbles to dust.”
    Bill Clegg, Did You Ever Have a Family



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