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  • #1
    Marjane Satrapi
    “Once again, I arrived at my usual conclusion: one must educate oneself.”
    Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood

  • #3
    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

  • #4
    Erwin Mortier
    “Ik heb altijd gehuiverd voor de daad van het beginnen. Voor het eerste woord, de eerste aanraking. De onrust wanneer zich de eerste zin moet vormen, en na de eerste de tweede.”
    Erwin Mortier, Godenslaap

  • #5
    Ruth Ozeki
    “Do you remember our conversation? Do you remember the places we went and the things we saw? The bindery was our access, the point in space that contains all other points, and that night you were a boy unbound, a tiny astronaut, taking your first leap into an infinite and unknowable universe. For the first time you could see the voices of the things you'd been hearing for so long, all that clamorous matter vying for your attention. With your supernatural ears, you were able to perceive, with absolute clarity, the sinuous shapes and contours of the sounds that matter makes as it moves through space and time and mind. Some of these sounds were so beautiful they made you laugh out loud and clap your hands with delight, and others were so sad they made tears run down your face. And, oh, the visions we had!
    Container ships glittering on a moonlit night off the coast of Alaska. Pyramids of sulfur, rising yellow in the mist. The plundered moon and all its craters; globes and stars and asteroids; a jet black crow with a diamond tiara; a flock of rubber duckies, spinning through the Pacific gyres. At the sound of a footstep, a young girl freezes, and Andromeda sparkles in the firmament. Fires rage as the redwoods burn; and in the deep ocean, a pilot whale carries her dead baby on her nose, while sea turtles weep briny tears onto nets of plastic.”
    Ruth Ozeki, The Book of Form and Emptiness

  • #6
    George Bernard Shaw
    “Animals are my friends...and I don't eat my friends.”
    George Bernard Shaw

  • #7
    J.K. Rowling
    “Books are like mirrors: if a fool looks in, you cannot expect a genius to look out.”
    J.K. Rowling

  • #8
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Not all those who wander are lost.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #8
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #9
    Scott Lynch
    “A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.”
    Scott Lynch, The Republic of Thieves

  • #10
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #11
    Knut Hamsun
    “The intelligent poor individual was a much finer observer than the intelligent rich one. The poor individual looks around him at every step, listens suspiciously to every word he hears from the people he meets; thus, every step he takes presents a problem, a task, for his thoughts and feelings. He is alert and sensitive, he is experienced, his soul has been burned...”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #12
    Scott Lynch
    “I cut off his fingers to get him to talk, and when he'd confessed everything I wanted to hear, I had his fucking tongue cut out, and the stump cauterized."

    Everyone in the room stared at him.

    "I called him an asshole, too," said Locke. "He didn't like that.”
    Scott Lynch, The Lies of Locke Lamora

  • #13
    Scott Lynch
    “Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common.”
    Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

  • #14
    Oscar Wilde
    “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

  • #15
    Mark Z. Danielewski
    “You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.

    Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.

    And then the nightmares will begin.”
    Mark Z. Danielewski

  • #16
    Knut Hamsun
    “...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #17
    Warsan Shire
    “My alone feels so good, I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #18
    Knut Hamsun
    “I suffered no pain, my hunger had taken the edge off; instead I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by all. I put my legs up on the bench and leaned back, the best way to feel the true well-being of seclusion. There wasn't a cloud in my mind, nor did I feel any discomfort, and I hadn't a single unfulfilled desire or craving as far as my thought could reach. I lay with open eyes in a state of utter absence from myself and felt deliciously out of it.”
    Knut Hamsun, Hunger

  • #19
    Warsan Shire
    “You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #20
    Marjane Satrapi
    “It's fear that makes us lose our conscience. It's also what transforms us into cowards.”
    Marjane Satrapi, The Complete Persepolis

  • #22
    J.K. Rowling
    “Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #23
    Amélie Nothomb
    “Il y a des beautés qui sautent aux yeux et d'autres qui sont écrites en hyéroglyphes: on met du temps à déchiffrer leur splendeur mais, quand elle est apparue, elle est plus belle que la beauté.”
    Amélie Nothomb

  • #23
    J.K. Rowling
    “Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #24
    Amélie Nothomb
    “Il n'y a rien de gentil à laisser de faux espoirs. L'ambiguïté est la source de la douleur.”
    Amélie Nothomb, Ni d'Ève ni d'Adam

  • #26
    Mieke Leenders
    “Iron bars cut the moon’s naked skin. The cracked bone, brittle and aging, couldn’t find any light, and so the trees were silent. On the opposite end of the horizon, a silent neighbor flickered gently. A whisper. It was unclouded and bright, like a mind in its infancy, exuding a peace that Vincent envied.”
    Mieke Leenders

  • #26
    Jotie T'Hooft
    “In mij is onstuitbaar de doodsbloem ontloken.”
    Jotie T'Hooft, Verzamelde Gedichten

  • #27
    Mieke Leenders
    “Night was close. Black trees towered over the dimly lit horizon like cloaked guardians. The winds rocked their crown and their heads tilted, like a nod, begging him over. He wanted to join them. Desperately. He longed for a friend as precious and pure. With the next gust of wind, their bodies seemed to grow, arching over the slumbering town, watching like a curious visitor. There was nobody outside, but some homes were still lit. A tiny speck of brightness that broke the trees’ black figures with an orange hue forming near the roots. The winds jerked and pulled, and for a moment, it looked like their roots were a prison. And that even comfort, nourishment, life itself, was worth escaping.”
    Mieke Leenders

  • #28
    Markus Zusak
    “I am haunted by humans.”
    Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

  • #29
    Osamu Dazai
    “I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind - of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware that they are deceiving one another. But I have no special interest in instances of mutual deception. I myself spent the whole day long deceiving human beings with my clowning. I have not been able to work much up much concern over the morality prescribed in textbooks of ethics under the name as “righteousness.” I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit. Human beings never did teach me that abstruse secret. If I had only known that one thing I should never have had to dread human beings so, nor should I have opposed myself to human life, nor tasted such torments of hell every night.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #30
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “You think weakness is a problem. I want to be torn apart by everything.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries: A Memoir



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