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    Theodore Sturgeon
    “Science fiction, outside of poetry, is the only literary field which has no limits, no parameters whatsoever.”
    Theodore Sturgeon

  • #2
    “He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much;
    Who has enjoyed the trust of pure women, the respect of intelligent men and the love of little children;
    Who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
    Who has never lacked appreciation of Earth's beauty or failed to express it;
    Who has left the world better than he found it,
    Whether an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul;
    Who has always looked for the best in others and given them the best he had;
    Whose life was an inspiration;
    Whose memory a benediction.”
    Bessie Anderson Stanley, More Heart Throbs Volume Two in Prose and Verse Dear to the American People And by them contributed as a Supplement to the original $10,000 Prize Book HEART THROBS

  • #3
    “Science fiction deals with improbable possibilities, fantasy with plausible impossibilities.”
    Miriam Allen de Ford

  • #4
    Derek Walcott
    Love After Love

    The time will come
    when, with elation
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror
    and each will smile at the other's welcome,

    and say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was your self.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.”
    Derek Walcott, Collected Poems, 1948-1984

  • #5
    I read; I travel; I become
    “I read; I travel; I become”
    Derek Walcott

  • #6
    Derek Walcott
    “Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.”
    Derek Walcott

  • #7
    Derek Walcott
    “I know when dark-haired evening put on her bright silk at sunset, and, folding the sea sidled under the sheet with her starry laugh, that there'd be no rest, there'd be no forgetting. Is like telling mourners round the graveside about resurrection, they want the dead back.”
    Derek Walcott

  • #8
    Derek Walcott
    “Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.”
    Derek Walcott, Omeros

  • #9
    Alan Bennett
    “What she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren't long enough for the reading she wanted to do.”
    Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader

  • #10
    George Bernard Shaw
    “The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.”
    George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman

  • #11
    Michael Chabon
    “Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew. I was a fool for a girl with a dainty lexicon.”
    Michael Chabon, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

  • #12
    Emily Dickinson
    “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #13
    Dr. Seuss
    “And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
    stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”
    Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

  • #14
    Haruki Murakami
    “Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart



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