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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “All the world's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players;
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages.”
    William Shakespeare, As You Like It

  • #2
    Geoffrey Chaucer
    “Love will not be constrain'd by mastery.
    When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon
    Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone.
    Love is a thing as any spirit free.”
    Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales

  • #3
    “I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.”
    Brian Helgeland, A Knight's Tale: The Shooting Script

  • #4
    Geoffrey Chaucer
    “Then the Miller fell off his horse.”
    Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales

  • #5
    John Milton
    “What hath night to do with sleep?”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #6
    John Milton
    “Solitude sometimes is best society.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #7
    John Milton
    “Awake, arise or be for ever fall’n.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #8
    John Milton
    “Ah, why should all mankind
    For one man's fault, be condemned,
    If guiltless?”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #9
    John Milton
    “Our torments also may in length of time
    Become our Elements.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #10
    John Milton
    “And, when night
    Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
    Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #11
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “Silence has many advantages. When you do not speak, other people presume you to be deaf or feeble-minded and promptly make a show of their own limitations.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

  • #12
    Barbara Kingsolver
    “A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.”
    Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible
    tags: death



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