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  • #1
    Terry Pratchett
    “Occasionally he would very nearly swear.”
    Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

  • #2
    H.G. Wells
    “They were put into my pockets by Weena, when I traveled into Time.”
    H. G. Wells, The Time Machine

  • #3
    Mikhail Bulgakov
    “Then he hung up, the scoundrel!”
    Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

  • #4
    Cressida Cowell
    “It's only paranoia," whispered the Wodensfang, "If things aren't out to get you...”
    Cressida Cowell, How to Seize a Dragon's Jewel

  • #5
    Anne Rice
    “With his finger curled under his lip, his elbow on the arm of the couch, he merely studied me as I recounted the memories, and now he was eager for the tale to go on.”
    Anne Rice, Merrick

  • #6
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “No I am not all right!” Chrestomanci said, after five minutes of this. “I have worldwide blisters. I need a shave. I’m tired out and I haven’t had anything to eat since breakfast yesterday. Would you feel alright in my position?”
    Diana Wynne Jones, The Pinhoe Egg

  • #7
    Danielle Bennett
    “I don't know," I said. "Whether or not he can write his own name seems to have very little impact on his ability to be an ass.”
    Danielle Bennett, Havemercy

  • #8
    Neil Gaiman
    “EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING.
    YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS NONE.
    YOUR LUCKY COLOUR IS DEAD.
    Motto:
    LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I sit beside the fire and think
    Of all that I have seen
    Of meadow flowers and butterflies
    In summers that have been

    Of yellow leaves and gossamer
    In autumns that there were
    With morning mist and silver sun
    And wind upon my hair

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of how the world will be
    When winter comes without a spring
    That I shall ever see

    For still there are so many things
    That I have never seen
    In every wood in every spring
    There is a different green

    I sit beside the fire and think
    Of people long ago
    And people that will see a world
    That I shall never know

    But all the while I sit and think
    Of times there were before
    I listen for returning feet
    And voices at the door”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #10
    Terry Pratchett
    “That doesn't sound very reliable to me," said the druid nastily. "How can a book know what day it is? Paper can't count.”
    Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic

  • #11
    Lemony Snicket
    “There are few sights sadder than a ruined book, but Klaus had no time to be sad.”
    Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window

  • #12
    Anne Rice
    “I wouldn't write a book to tell you that a vampire was happy.”
    Anne Rice, Vittorio, The Vampire

  • #13
    Erich Maria Remarque
    “I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness; - I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.”
    Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

  • #14
    Matthew Hughes
    “Yes," said Hardacre, "but it's not real. We're not real. And when the story is all told, when He writes 'The End' at the bottom of the last page, then all this will wrap up. No more Hell, no more Heaven, no more angels, devils, saints or sinners. The story's done. It will be as if we never were”
    Matthew Hughes, The Damned Busters

  • #15
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,
    We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door!”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

  • #16
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
    “Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them”
    Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

  • #17
    “Can't you see it's the same? The same guns, the same children dying in the streets? Only the dream has changed, the blood is the same colour. Is that what you want?”
    John le Carré, Call for the Dead

  • #18
    Frances Hardinge
    “She dreamed of a world where books did not rot or give way to green blot, where words and ideas were not things you were despised for treasuring.”
    Frances Hardinge, Fly by Night



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