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  • #1
    Jean Cocteau
    “I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
    Jean Cocteau

  • #2
    Thomas   Moore
    “The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.”
    Thomas Moore

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I had made her so unhappy that she had developed a sense of humor. [-Rabo Karabekian]”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

  • #4
    Anne Rice
    “I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.”
    Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

  • #5
    Susanna Clarke
    “A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.”
    Susanna Clarke

  • #6
    Susanna Clarke
    “I reached out my hand, England's rivers turned and flowed the other way...
    I reached out my hand, my enemies's blood stopt in their veins...
    I reached out my hand; thought and memory flew out of my enemies' heads like a flock of starlings;
    My enemies crumpled like empty sacks.
    I came to them out of mists and rain;
    I came to them in dreams at midnight;
    I came to them in a flock of ravens that filled a northern sky at dawn;
    When they thought themselves safe I came to them in a cry that broke the silence of a winter wood...

    The rain made a door for me and I went through it;
    The stones made a throne for me and I sat upon it;
    Three kingdoms were given to me to be mine forever;
    England was given to me to be mine forever.
    The nameless slave wore a silver crown;
    The nameless slave was a king in a strange country...

    The weapons that my enemies raised against me are venerated in Hell as holy relics;
    Plans that my enemies made against me are preserved as holy texts;
    Blood that I shed upon ancient battlefields is scraped from the stained earth by Hell's sacristans and placed in a vessel of silver and ivory.
    I gave magic to England, a valuable inheritance
    But Englishmen have despised my gift
    Magic shall be written upon the sky by the rain but they shall not be able to read it;
    Magic shall be written on the faces of the stony hills but their minds shall not be able to contain it;
    In winter the barren trees shall be a black writing but they shall not understand it...

    Two magicians shall appear in England...
    The first shall fear me; the second shall long to behold me;
    The first shall be governed by thieves and murderers; the second shall conspire at his own destruction;
    The first shall bury his heart in a dark wood beneath the snow, yet still feel its ache;
    The second shall see his dearest posession in his enemy's hand...

    The first shall pass his life alone, he shall be his own gaoler;
    The second shall tread lonely roads, the storm above his head, seeking a dark tower upon a high hillside...

    I sit upon a black throne in the shadows but they shall not see me.
    The rain shall make a door for me and I shall pass through it;
    The stones shall make a throne for me and I shall sit upon it...

    The nameless slave shall wear a silver crown
    The nameless slave shall be a king in a strange country...”
    Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

  • #7
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I'd written.”
    Barbara Kingsolver

  • #8
    Lewis Carroll
    “But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
    "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
    "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
    "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #9
    Daphne du Maurier
    “If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #10
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.

    So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any miseries, or any depressions? For after all, you do not know what work these conditions are doing inside you.”
    Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

  • #11
    Thomm Quackenbush
    “Her straw-colored pigtails did not qualify her to be Rapunzel and could not be spun to gold by imp fingers, she was too active to be Sleeping Beauty, too outspoken to be Cinderella, too keen on tall fellows to be Snow White. She held little carriage with sleeping upon legumes to display her regal daintiness and imagined that the only result would be a mushy, green stain on the underside of her mattress. Her eyes met the criteria only of the evil, ice queen.”
    Thomm Quackenbush, Find What You Love and Let It Kill You

  • #12
    Anaïs Nin
    “If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”
    Anais Nin

  • #13
    Anaïs Nin
    “People living deeply have no fear of death.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #14
    Jean Cocteau
    “A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

    Jean Cocteau

  • #15
    “I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.”
    Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

  • #16
    Anne Sexton
    “Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #17
    Anne Sexton
    “Everyone in me is a bird
    I am beating all my wings”
    Anne Sexton, Love Poems

  • #18
    Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of
    “Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose.
    Robin McKinley, Sunshine

  • #19
    Aleksandar Hemon
    “Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ”
    Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project

  • #20
    T.S. Eliot
    “There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
    T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

  • #21
    Emanuel Carnevali
    “All shadows whisper of the sun. ”
    Emanuel Carnevali



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