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  • #1
    Frank Zappa
    “Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #2
    Douglas Adams
    “The Guide says there is an art to flying", said Ford, "or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
    Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

  • #3
    Charles J. Sykes
    “Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.”
    Charles J. Sykes, Dumbing Down Our Kids: Why American Children Feel Good About Themselves But Can't Read, Write or Add

  • #4
    Groucho Marx
    “I've had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.”
    Groucho Marx

  • #5
    Libba Bray
    “People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.”
    Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    George Carlin
    “I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, 'Where's the self-help section?' She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”
    George Carlin

  • #8
    Douglas Adams
    “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”
    Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time

  • #9
    Madeleine L'Engle
    “You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.”
    Madeleine L'Engle

  • #11
    Neil Gaiman
    “CORALINE'S STORY
    THERE WAS A GIRL HER NAME WAS APPLE. SHE USED TO DANCE A LOT. SHE DANCED AND DANCED UNTIL HER FEET TURND INTO SOSSAJES. THE END.”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline

  • #12
    Neil Gaiman
    “The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #13
    Neil Gaiman
    “Beware of Doors.”
    Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

  • #14
    Albert Einstein
    “When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #15
    Lemony Snicket
    “Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it would be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.”
    Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window

  • #16
    Woody Allen
    “It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.”
    Woody Allen

  • #17
    Mark Twain
    “Substitute 'damn' every time you're inclined to write 'very;' your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
    Mark Twain

  • #18
    Douglas Adams
    “There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

    There is another theory which states that this has already happened.”
    Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

  • #19
    Mark Twain
    “Reader, suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”
    Mark Twain

  • #20
    Oscar Levant
    “There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.”
    Oscar Levant

  • #21
    “Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.”
    Anthony G. Oettinger

  • #22
    George R.R. Martin
    “The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

    Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

    We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

    They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.”
    George R.R. Martin



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