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  • #1
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, protray her exactly as she is...and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be...and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart...no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn't matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”
    Robert Heinlein

  • #2
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”
    Robert A. Heinlein
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  • #3
    Charles M. Schulz
    “Happiness is a warm puppy.”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #4
    Charles M. Schulz
    “Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry...I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.”
    Charles M. Schulz

  • #5
    “So I can curse my pain all I want. I can try to leave it at the door.
    But maybe I should say grace, gnaw on its bones and thank it for nourishment instead.
    Maybe for now it's what's keeping me alive. And for now, I can accept living out of spite.”
    Little Bear the Bearded Lady

  • #6
    Stephen  King
    “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
    Stephen King

  • #7
    Stephen  King
    “Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
    Stephen King

  • #8
    Stephen  King
    “When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, There's just something about you that pisses me off.”
    Stephen King, Storm of the Century

  • #9
    Stephen  King
    “Good books don't give up all their secrets at once.”
    Stephen King

  • #10
    Stephen  King
    “The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #11
    Stephen  King
    “The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”
    Stephen King, Night Shift

  • #12
    Stephen  King
    “Go then, there are other worlds than these.”
    Stephen King, The Gunslinger

  • #13
    Stephen  King
    “I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I aim with my eye.

    I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I shoot with my mind.

    I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
    I kill with my heart.”
    Stephen King, The Gunslinger

  • #14
    Stephen  King
    “We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.”
    Stephen King

  • #15
    Stephen  King
    “The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there...”
    Stephen King

  • #16
    Stephen  King
    “Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.”
    Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

  • #17
    Patricia Briggs
    “Then again, maybe you couldn't have killed me," he said, crawling out of the stairway. He moved very slowly, like a lizard who had gotten too cold.

    I heard a whimper from behind one of the closed doors next to the bathroom, and sympathized. I wanted to whimper, too.

    "I'm not hunting you," I told him firmly, though I stepped backward until I stood in a circle of light at the end of the hallway.

    He stopped halfway out of the stairway, his eyes were filmed over like a dead man's.

    "Good," he said. "If you kill Andre, I won't tell-and no one will ask."

    And he was gone, withdrawing from the hallway and down the stairs so fast that I barely caught the motion, though I was staring right at him.

    I walked out of his home because if I'd moved any faster, I'd have run screaming.”
    Patricia Briggs, Blood Bound

  • #18
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “Do not fall in love with people like me.
    I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
    I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
    Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

  • #19
    Victor Hugo
    “What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul”
    Victor Hugo , Les Misérables

  • #20
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I am old, Gandalf. I don't look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can't be right. I need a change, or something.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

  • #21
    Peter Straub
    “Narcissus, gazing at his image in the pool, wept. A friend passing by saw him and asked, “Narcissus, why do you weep?” “Because my face has changed,” Narcissus said. “Do you cry because you grow older?” “No. I see that I am no longer innocent. I have been gazing at myself long and long, and so doing have worn out my innocence.”
    Peter Straub, Ghost Story



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