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  • #1
    J.D. Salinger
    “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #2
    Niccolò Machiavelli
    “Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
    Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

  • #3
    Haruki Murakami
    “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #4
    Haruki Murakami
    “It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #5
    John Keats
    “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard, are sweeter”
    John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn And Other Poems

  • #6
    “There’s no such thing as ready,” she says. “There’s only willing.”
    Rachel Cohn, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

  • #7
    David Levithan
    “When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves?
    "It's over when you decide it's over," she says. "When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.”
    David Levithan, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

  • #8
    David Levithan
    “I am having a fucking great time, and the amazing thing is that I realize it even as it's happening.”
    David Levithan, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

  • #9
    “The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.”
    Rachel Cohn, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

  • #10
    José Saramago
    “Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.”
    José Saramago, Blindness

  • #11
    José Saramago
    “Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.”
    José Saramago, Blindness



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