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    Leigh Bardugo
    “A lock is like a woman,” he’d said blearily. “You have to seduce it into giving up its secrets.” He was one of Per Haskell’s old cronies, happy to talk about better days and big scams, especially if it meant he didn’t have to do much work. And that was exactly the kind of muddled wisdom these old cadgers loved to spout. Sure, a lock was like a woman. It was also like a man and anyone or anything else—if you wanted to understand it, you had to take it apart and see how it worked. If you wanted to master it, you had to learn it so well you could put it back together.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

  • #2
    Robert Frost
    “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
    Robert Frost

  • #3
    Mark Twain
    “Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
    Mark Twain

  • #4
    Henry David Thoreau
    “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
    Henry David Thoreau

  • #5
    Terry Pratchett
    “The enemy isn't men, or women, it's bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.”
    Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I am terrified by this dark thing
    That sleeps in me;
    All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel



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