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  • #1
    Rachel Hartman
    “That's the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark; but play boldly and no one will question you.”
    Rachel Hartman, Seraphina

  • #2
    Frances Hardinge
    “In Caverna lies were an art and everybody was an artist, even young children.”
    Frances Hardinge, A Face Like Glass

  • #3
    Margaret Atwood
    “We lived, as usual by ignoring. Ignoring isn't the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #4
    Margaret Atwood
    “We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
    We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #5
    Margaret Atwood
    “When power is scarce, a little of it is tempting.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

  • #6
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #7
    Ray Bradbury
    “She didn't want to know how a thing was done, but why. That can be embarrassing.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #8
    Ray Bradbury
    “We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.”
    Ray Bradbury

  • #9
    Glen Duncan
    “Creation sprawls like a dewed and willing maiden outside your window awaiting only the lechery of your senses...”
    Glen Duncan

  • #10
    Glen Duncan
    “For you, my darlings, freedom to do what you like is the discovery of how unlikable what you like to do makes you. Not that that stops you doing what you like, since you like doing what you like more than you like liking what you do...
    [Lucifer]”
    Glen Duncan

  • #11
    Glen Duncan
    “The road to Hell, you say, is paved with good intentions. Charming. But actually it's paved with intriguing questions.”
    Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer

  • #12
    Karen Lord
    “All my tales are true, drawn from life, and a life story is not a tidy thing.”
    Karen Lord, Redemption in Indigo

  • #13
    Kobayashi Issa
    “What a strange thing!
    to be alive
    beneath cherry blossoms.”
    Kobayashi Issa, Poems

  • #14
    Frances Hodgson Burnett
    “Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"...
    "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine...”
    Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

  • #15
    Ernest Hemingway
    “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
    Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

  • #16
    Erin Hanson
    “Because the birdsong might be pretty,
    But it's not for you they sing,
    And if you think my winter is too cold,
    You don't deserve my spring.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #17
    Oliver Herford
    “I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
    Oliver Herford

  • #18
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #19
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
    Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
    And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
    Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

  • #20
    Roman Payne
    “So the nymphs they spoke,
    we kissed and laid.
    By noontime’s hour
    our love was made.

    Like braided chains of crocus stems,
    we lay entwined, I laid with them.
    Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,
    our bodies draping wearily,
    we slept, I slept so lucidly,
    with hopes to stay this memory.”
    Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

  • #21
    Matsuo Bashō
    “Dead my old fine hopes
    And dry my dreaming but still...
    Iris, blue each spring”
    Shushiki, Japanese Haiku



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