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  • #1
    Robert Jordan
    “Surprising what you can dig out of books if you read long enough, isn't it?”
    Robert Jordan

  • #2
    Susan Sontag
    “I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.”
    Susan Sontag

  • #3
    Stephen  King
    “For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all. Don't we all secretly know this? It's a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life. Behind it? Below it and around it? Chaos, storms. Men with hammers, men with knives, men with guns. Women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand. A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark.”
    Stephen King, 11/22/63

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “You can never be overdressed or overeducated.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Oscar Wilde
    “Never love anyone who treats you like you're ordinary.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #6
    Franz Kafka
    “This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.”
    Kafka Franz, Diaries, 1910-1923

  • #7
    Hamilton Wright Mabie
    “Nothing is lost upon a man who is bent upon growth; nothing wasted on one who is always preparing for - life by keeping eyes, mind and heart open to nature, men, books, experience - and what he gathers serves him at unexpected moments in unforeseen ways.”
    Hamilton Wright Mabie

  • #8
    J. California Cooper
    “Love entered in my heart one day
    A sad, unwelcome guest.
    But when it begged that it might stay
    I let it stay and rest

    It broke my nights with sorrowing
    It filled my heart with fears
    And, when my soul was prone to sing,
    It filled my eyes with tears.

    But...now that it has gone its way,
    I miss the dear ole pain.
    And, sometimes, in the night I pray
    That Love might come again.”
    J. California Cooper

  • #9
    Friedrich Engels
    “The modern individual family is founded on the open or concealed slavery of the wife… Within the family he is the bourgeois and his wife represents the proletariat.”
    Friedrich Engels

  • #10
    “The purpose of a democratic government is to protect the poor from the rich. The purpose of religion is to protect the rich from the poor.”
    Oliver Markus Malloy, How to Defeat the Trump Cult: Want to Save Democracy? Share This Book

  • #11
    Frédéric Gros
    “But walking causes absorption. Walking interminably, taking in through your pores the height of the mountains when you are confronting them at length, breathing in the shape of the hills for hours at a time during a slow descent. The body becomes steeped in the earth it treads. And thus, gradually, it stops being in the landscape: it becomes the landscape. That doesn’t have to mean dissolution, as if the walker were fading away to become a mere inflection, a footnote. It’s more a flashing moment: sudden flame, time catching fire. And here, the feeling of eternity is all at once that vibration between presences. Eternity, here, in a spark.”
    Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking

  • #12
    Silvia Moreno-Garcia
    “It was not effortlessly. It tore me apart, but the poison has bled out.”
    Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Beautiful Ones

  • #13
    Jane Austen
    “His departure gave Catherine the first experimental conviction that a loss may be sometimes a gain.”
    Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey
    tags: gain, loss

  • #14
    Jane Austen
    “I was quiet, but I was not blind.”
    Jane Austen, Mansfield Park

  • #15
    Ray Bradbury
    “The sidewalks were haunted by dust
    ghosts all night as the furnace wind summoned them up,
    swung them about, and gentled them down in a warm spice on
    the lawns. Trees, shaken by the footsteps of late-night strol-
    lers, sifted avalanches of dust. From midnight on, it seemed a
    volcano beyond the town was showering red-hot ashes every-
    where, crusting slumberless night watchmen and irritable
    dogs. Each house was a yellow attic smoldering with spon-
    taneous combustion at three in the morning.

    Dawn, then, was a time where things changed element for
    element. Air ran like hot spring waters nowhere, with no
    sound. The lake was a quantity of steam very still and deep
    over valleys of fish and sand held baking under its serene
    vapors. Tar was poured licorice in the streets, red bricks were
    brass and gold, roof tops were paved with bronze. The high-
    tension wires were lightning held forever, blazing, a threat
    above the unslept houses.
    The cicadas sang louder and yet louder.
    The sun did not rise, it overflowed.”
    Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

  • #16
    Lewis Carroll
    “A tale begun in other days,
    When summer suns were glowing—
    A simple chime, that served to time
    The rhythm of your rowing—
    Whose echoes live in memory yet,
    Though envious years would say 'forget.”
    Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There

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  • #18
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,
    Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie



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