Page 14 Quotes

“The generalizing writer is like the passionate drunk, stumbling into your house mumbling: I know I'm not being clear, exactly, but don't you kind of feel what I'm feeling?”
― George Saunders, The Braindead Megaphone

“As we walked, I kept taking glances at her through the crowd, quick snapshots: a photographic series entitled Perfection Stands Still While Mortals Walk Past.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and sunken river that Ombria shrugged off like a forgotten skin, and buried beneath itself through the centuries.”
― Patricia A. McKillip, Ombria in Shadow

“Flowers for Algernon again? she asks. Doesn't that book always make you cry?
One day it won't, I say. I want to be sure to be reading it on that day.”
― Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything

“She wept easily. This did not mean that she felt things more deeply than others did. It certainly did not mean that she was fragile or sentimental or ready to bring that sodden leverage to bear on the slights that came with being the baby of the family.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Home

“Having commodified nature, we're eating the shrapnel of a worldwide homogeneity bomb.”
― Adam Leith Gollner, The Fruit Hunters: A Story of Nature, Adventure, Commerce and Obsession

“For him we were as good as dead; each of us was carrying around his own death certificate, from which only the date was missing.”
― Simon Wiesenthal, The Sunflower: On the Possibilities and Limits of Forgiveness