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“A coward judges all he sees by what he is.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.”
― Stephen King, The Dark Tower

“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

“Speaking personally, you can have my gun, but you'll take my book when you pry my cold, dead fingers off of the binding.”
― Stephen King

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
― Neil Gaiman

“My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.”
― Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce

“With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
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― Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

“To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.”
― Criss Jami, Venus in Arms

“She had survived the frost and the flame, had found a harbor, however brief. Perhaps that was all anyone could ask, in the world’s savage turning.”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“You shouldn’t have told them I was a girl. Then they might have believed that I was dangerous.”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“I am a witch,” said Vasya. Blood was running down her hand now, spoiling her grip. “I have plucked snowdrops at Midwinter, died at my own choosing, and wept for a nightingale. Now I am beyond prophecy.” She caught his knife on the crosspiece of hers, hilt to hilt. “I have crossed three times nine realms to find you, my lord. And I find you at play, forgetful.” She felt him hesitate. Something deeper than memory ran through his eyes. It might have been fear. “Remember me,” said Vasya. “Once you bid me remember you.”
― Katherine Arden, The Winter of the Witch

“In wars, boy, fools kill other fools for foolish causes.”
― Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World

“We are all mysteries, even to ourselves.”
― Matt Haig, The Life Impossible