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  • #1
    Brandon Sanderson
    “You've got passion to kill but you need to find passion to live.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

  • #2
    Brandon Sanderson
    “Where there are villains, there will be heroes. Just wait. They will come.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

  • #3
    Brandon Sanderson
    “What do you trust when your own thoughts and emotions seem to hate you?”
    Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

  • #4
    Brandon Sanderson
    “He was right. I was letting myself get distracted, like a rabbit doing math problems instead of looking for foxes.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart

  • #5
    Brandon Sanderson
    “We were like deaf people trying to dance to a beat we couldn't hear, long after the music actually stopped.”
    Brandon Sanderson, Steelheart
    tags: humor

  • #6
    If you don't like someone's story, write your own.
    “If you don't like someone's story, write your own.”
    Chinua Achebe

  • #7
    Groucho Marx
    “Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.”
    Groucho Marx, The Essential Groucho: Writings For By And About Groucho Marx

  • #8
    Ernest Hemingway
    “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #9
    Charles J. Sykes
    “Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.”
    Charles J. Sykes, Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write or Add

  • #10
    “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

  • #11
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
    Madeleine L'Engle

  • #12
    Toni Morrison
    “If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #13
    Harper Lee
    “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #14
    Harper Lee
    “Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #15
    Harper Lee
    “They've done it before and they'll do it again and when they do it -- seems that only the children weep. Good night.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #16
    Jennifer Niven
    “We do not remember days, we remember moments.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #17
    Jennifer Niven
    “The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #18
    Jennifer Niven
    “You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #19
    Jennifer Niven
    “sometimes there’s beauty in the tough words—it’s all in how you read them.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #20
    Jennifer Niven
    “It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #21
    Jennifer Niven
    “She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can’t help thinking she’s more than that and she’s got other elements going on that no one’s ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else. I feel this brief panic as I think, What would happen if one of those elements malfunctioned or just stopped working altogether? I make myself push this aside and concentrate on the feel of her skin until I no longer see molecules but Violet.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #22
    Jennifer Niven
    “We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #23
    Jennifer Niven
    “I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #24
    Jennifer Niven
    “Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is “It’s lovely.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #25
    Jennifer Niven
    “People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #26
    Jennifer Niven
    “When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #27
    Jennifer Niven
    “Listen, I’m the freak. I’m the weirdo. I’m the troublemaker. I start fights. I let people down. Don’t make Finch mad, whatever you do. Oh, there he goes again, in one of his moods. Moody Finch. Angry Finch. Unpredictable Finch. Crazy Finch. But I’m not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I’m a person.”
    Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

  • #28
    Frances O'Roark Dowell
    “When I think about everything that's happened since school started, well, I don't think the word 'normal' applies to any of it. Verbena is right - I'm way past normal. Only I've realized that when you move beyond normal, the road you're on doesn't necessarily take you to the land of the abnormal or the weird or the freakish. Instead you might find yourself in a place where people build Freedom School and have the courage to live large. It's a place where people don't worry too much when they get a little goat poop on their shoes.”
    Frances O'Roark Dowell, Ten Miles Past Normal

  • #29
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight
    tags: love

  • #30
    Jennifer E. Smith
    “He’s like a song she can’t get out of her head. Hard as she tries, the melody of their meeting runs through her mind on an endless loop, each time as surprisingly sweet as the last, like a lullaby, like a hymn, and she doesn’t think she could ever get tired of hearing it.”
    Jennifer E. Smith, The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight



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