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9c2663b God, who am I? Sylvia Plath
7404189 Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience. journals plath poems poet poetry sylvia-plath writer writing Sylvia Plath
c90c49b Ice burns, and it is hard to the warm-skinned to distinguish one sensation, fire, from the other, frost. ice A.S. Byatt
04391b2 Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. reading writing A.S. Byatt
a4dab88 Sickness and healing are in every heart; death and deliverance in every hand. Orson Scott Card
0db4029 Weapons may be carried by creatures who are evil, dishonest, violent or lazy. The true warrior is good, gentle and honest. His bravery comes from within himself; he learns to conquer his own fears and misdeeds. --Matthias Brian Jacques
beb2ae9 Two weevils crept from the crumbs. 'You see those weevils, Stephen?' said Jack solemnly. I do.' Which would you choose?' There is not a scrap of difference. Arcades ambo. They are the same species of curculio, and there is nothing to choose between them.' But suppose you had to choose?' Patrick O'Brian
05b8619 They say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains," he remarked with a smile. "It's a very bad definition, but it does apply to detective work." sherlock-holmes Arthur Conan Doyle
1d050af What a queer planet!" he thought. "It is altogether dry, and altogether pointed, and altogether harsh and forbidding. And the people have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them . . . On my planet I had a flower; she always was the first to speak . . ." -- the-little-prince Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
a1cdc0d I would never give up on you, Alex. Never." "Then why are you being such a--" "What?" His voice dropped low. "I'm being what?" Infuriating. Stubborn. Thick-skulled. Freaking sexy." Jennifer L. Armentrout
1b039d5 You make me wish I had a soul so I could be worthy of you. romance ya Jennifer L. Armentrout
147f059 We like each other. We do. It's stupid that we keep denying it. like love Jennifer L. Armentrout
700ac68 Now, I bought us a movie to watch, the one that has sparkly vampires in it. Jennifer L. Armentrout
1d80f68 I don't deserve you." "See, that's where you're wrong ... That's where you've always been wrong. You deserve everything." Jennifer L. Armentrout
8e8bcef You're cute when you're worried, your eyebrows get all scrunched together. olympians percy-jackson Rick Riordan
d0096d1 Contrary to what you might think, I don't spend every waking hour thinking about boys." "Just most waking hours?" Rick Riordan
3aac4b9 I'm all about doing the impossible. Rick Riordan
96cf9fd Knowledge of any value can't be given. It must be sought and earned Rick Riordan
344808f People of Earth, I come in peace! Rick Riordan
eb47e42 In the beginning. I wasn't there. Rick Riordan
894fdc5 Ask me again, once we defeat Gaea. awsome cute house-of-hades percabeth percy Rick Riordan
d15d47d She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray,like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight. She glanced at the minotaur horn in my h.. Rick Riordan
e252fd8 Which reminded me...I still owed the gods a debt. "You're a genius," I (Percy) told Annabeth." genius gods percy-jackson percy-jackson-and-the-olympians rick-riordan the-sea-of-the-monsters Rick Riordan
20a5d7b Survive today. Figure out crayon drawing of destiny later. Rick Riordan
552b0cf Your voice changes when you're smiling, it alters the sound somehow. Gail Honeyman
3ccfc09 Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others - priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior - hold us to the path of history. They keep us chained to the rock, that the vultures may eat out our hearts. It is the artist who has the courage to go against the crowd; he is the unrecognized "hero of our time" - and of all time." artists freedom imagination Henry Miller
1a0934a Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers. Margaret Atwood
459133e I've just vowed my love for you. Have you nothing to say in return?" Duncan asked. "Thank you, husband." humor julie-garwood romance Julie Garwood
e23f945 God is God. I dethrone Him in my heart if I demand that He act in ways that satisfy my idea of justice. It is the same spirit that taunted, "If Thou be the Son of God, come down from the Cross." There is unbelief, there is even rebellion, in the attitude that says, "God has no right to do this to five men unless..." Elisabeth Elliot
7d2017a We have to make mistakes, it's how we learn compassion for others. mistakes understanding Curtis Sittenfeld
be0245a Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei Amy Tan
ceb61e7 What if the water that came out of the shower was treated with a chemical that responded to a combination of things, like your heartbeat and your body temperature and your brainwaves, so that your skin changed color according to mood? If you were extremely excited your skin would turn green, and if you we're angry you'd turn red, obviously, and if you felt like shiitake you'd turn brown and if you we're blue you'd turn blue. Everyone could .. Jonathan Safran Foer
2dea649 So then you're free?' 'Yes, I'm free,' said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom. Franz Kafka
1d17b30 The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune,that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide,lost in a forest remote from all human habitation kafka metamorphosis trial Franz Kafka
4f7141c In other words, it's one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of "This is me!" -- marriage reading Nick Hornby
06e2519 Eleven o'clock had come and gone. I had to find a way to bring this conversation to a successful conclusion and get out of there. But before I could say anything, she suddenly asked me to hold her. 'Why?' I asked, caught off guard. 'To charge my batteries,' she said. 'Charge your batteries?' 'My body has run out of electricity. I haven't been able to sleep for days now. The minute I get to sleep I wake up, and then I can't get back to sleep.. Haruki Murakami
6c17cb0 It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain. Haruki Murakami
f983c4c You live in a deranged age - more deranged than usual, because despite great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing. existentialism philosophy Walker Percy
4f0a029 She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge. Jodi Picoult
ff5b919 If you live in each other's pockets long enough, you're related. Jodi Picoult
080511f And Peter became a tall and deep-chested man and a great warrior, and he was called King Peter the Magnificent. And Susan grew into a tall and gracious woman with black hair that fell almost to her feet and the kings of the countries beyond the sea began to send ambassadors asking for her hand in marriage. And she was called Queen Susan the Gentle. Edmund was a graver and quieter man than Peter, and great in council and judgment. he was cal.. C.S. Lewis
bfc4401 What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously. "I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained." Diana Gabaldon
d938088 a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. But it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from. William Faulkner
563040b When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once... James Joyce