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  • #1
    T.S. Eliot
    “Do I dare
    Disturb the universe?
    In a minute there is time
    For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.”
    T.S. Eliot

  • #2
    Irwin Shaw
    “There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.”
    Irwin Shaw

  • #4
    Heather O'Neill
    “Becoming a child again is what is impossible. That's what you have a legitimate reason to be upset over. Childhood is the most valuable thing that's taken away from you in life, if you think about it.”
    Heather O'Neill, Lullabies for Little Criminals

  • #5
    Catherynne M. Valente
    “I thought: this is how you make a human being. A human being is beautiful and sick. A human being glitters and starves.”
    Catherynne M. Valente, Six-Gun Snow White

  • #6
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #7
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    “She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”
    Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods

  • #8
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
    Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

  • #9
    Catriona Ward
    “Thoughts are a door that the dead walk through.”
    Catriona Ward, The Last House on Needless Street

  • #10
    Catriona Ward
    “The young feel pain intensely, I think, because they don’t know yet how deep it can go.”
    Catriona Ward, The Last House on Needless Street

  • #11
    Thomas de Quincey
    “Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o'clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without.”
    Thomas De Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater



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