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  • #1
    Olivia Hardy Ray
    “Evil does not alter easily.....”
    Olivia Hardy Ray, Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem

  • #2
    Kyle Keyes
    “You're not a Quaker, Jeremy. I happen to know you put beer on your cornflakes.”
    Kyle Keyes, Matching Configurations

  • #3
    Holly Black
    “Anyone who offers up their heart on a silver platter deserves what they get.”
    Holly Black, The Darkest Part of the Forest

  • #4
    Gail Carson Levine
    “If it had writing, I read it: cereal boxes, ads on the subway, billboards, highway signs. I”
    Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

  • #5
    Gillian Flynn
    “Books may be temporary; dicks are forever.”
    Gillian Flynn, The Grownup

  • #6
    M. Agueev
    “Boulevards are like people: similar in their youth, they undergo gradual change according to what ferments in them.”
    M. Ageyev, Novel with Cocaine

  • #7
    Arthur Koestler
    “This was written before the full extent of the holocaust was known, but that does not alter the fact that the large majority of surviving Jews in the world is of Eastern European –”
    Arthur Koestler, The Thirteenth Tribe

  • #8
    Alissa Nutting
    “ennui”
    Alissa Nutting, Tampa

  • #9
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #10
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes — die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Man of the Crowd - an Edgar Allan Poe Short Story



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