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“Antara buku dengan rokok, aku beli rokok dulu. Macam macam buku ada dalam rokok.”
― Pipiyapong

“I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet

“I'm not young enough to know everything.”
― J.M. Barrie, The Admirable Crichton

“Please do not understand me too quickly.”
― André Gide

“I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read.”
― William Trevor

“That's how we women deal with stuff. We spit it all out, kind of like a hairball, and then we clean up the mess and move on.”
― Lucy Arlington

“Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.”
― M.C. Beaton, Love, Lies and Liquor

“Makhluk kecil kembalilah. Dari tiada ke tiada. Berbahagialah dalam ketiadaanmu.”
― Soe Hok Gie, Catatan Seorang Demonstran

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
― Rumi

“Bexley’s Pills,”
― Emily Brightwell, Mrs. Jeffries Pinches the Post

“She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God