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  • #1
    Susan Cooper
    “When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back;
    Three from the circle, three from the track;
    Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone;
    Five will return and one go alone.

    Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long;
    Wood from the burning; stone out of song;
    Fire in the candle ring; water from the thaw;
    Six signs the circle and the grail gone before.

    Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
    Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of old.
    Power from the Green Witch, lost beneath the sea.
    All shall find the Light at last, silver on the tree.”
    Susan Cooper, The Dark Is Rising Sequence

  • #2
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams

  • #3
    Meridel Le Sueur
    “The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.”
    Meridel Le Sueur

  • #4
    Meridel Le Sueur
    “The people are a story that never ends,
    A river that winds and falls and gleams erect in many dawns;
    Lost in deep gulleys, it turns to dust, rushes in the spring freshet,
    Emerges to the sea. The people are a story that is a long incessant
    Coming alive from the earth in better wheat, Percherons,
    Babies, and engines, persistent and inevitable.
    The people always know that some of the grain will be good,
    Some of the crop will be saved, some will return and
    Bear the strength of the kernel, that from the bloodiest year
    Some survive to outfox the frost.”
    Meridel Le Sueur, North Star Country

  • #5
    “Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an audience. Knock a child into a river while no one's looking and then rescue him.”
    Kristin Cashore, Bitterblue

  • #6
    Terry Pratchett
    “The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

    Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

    But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

    This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
    Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms: The Play

  • #7
    Jo Walton
    “I love you like stones fall downwards, like the sun rises.”
    Jo Walton, The Just City

  • #8
    E.E. Cummings
    “you said Is
    there anything which
    is dead or alive more beautiful
    than my body,to have in your fingers
    (trembling ever so little)?
    Looking into
    your eyes Nothing,i said,except the
    air of spring smelling of never and forever.

    ....and through the lattice which moved as
    if a hand is touched by a
    hand(which
    moved as though
    fingers touch a girl's
    breast,
    lightly)
    Do you believe in always,the wind
    said to the rain
    I am too busy with
    my flowers to believe,the rain answered”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #9
    Susan Cooper
    “On the day of the dead, when the year too dies,
    Must the youngest open the oldest hills
    Through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks.
    There fire shall fly from the raven boy,
    And the silver eyes that see the wind,
    And the light shall have the harp of gold.

    By the pleasant lake the Sleepers lie,
    On Cadfan’s Way where the kestrels call;
    Though grim from the Grey King shadows fall,
    Yet singing the golden harp shall guide
    To break their sleep and bid them ride.

    When light from the lost land shall return,
    Six Sleepers shall ride, six Signs shall burn,
    And where the midsummer tree grows tall
    By Pendragon’s sword the Dark shall fall.

    Y maent yr mynyddoedd yn canu,
    ac y mae’r arglwyddes yn dod.”
    Susan Cooper, The Dark Is Rising Sequence

  • #10
    Meridel Le Sueur
    “Survival is a form of resistance.”
    Meridel Le Sueur



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