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“People are becoming more and more like pets in digital cages, where the only meaning of their lives is to consume and isolate themselves from others like themselves.”
― Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

“He couldn’t believe that his world had just blown up.”
― J L MARRAIN, THE GRIDD: PERILS OF THE LIGHTHOLDER

“Sunset painted the sky. Royal Wood, clad in spring green, rustled in a breeze. A fine evening for a stroll.
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― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“You can’t escape me, I’m coming for you soon,” shrieked his hellish voice. Whether the beast was a man in a mask or a demon of his imagination, made little difference to Adam, He was petrified.”
― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“She lay in darkness so thick she could feel its pressure all around her.”
― Patricia Mather Parker, The Abode

“Venice would not be who she is without her music lingering around every narrow calle and corner.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“At that time, her core burned relentlessly with passion, desire, and complete disorientation. Their union was officiated by a queen she’d only heard of in folklore, and the people of the valleys reached for her and clamored to see the bride like she was their elixir. All of this only intensified the yearnings pulsing through her body and soul. She remembers one young lady, a commoner really, who pushed in from a crowd, sweaty and pregnant, to grab Lylitte’s hand. She locked eyes with her and saw the fever raging inside; it was in all the people in those days, the shamelessness, and a lust for all things of the new world. It was like a hurricane for life that no one could understand who hadn’t felt it.
“Only when we experience true loss are we pulled back into our own dreaming,”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“Their branches shook as if trying to dislodge beetles crawling up their bony arms.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Kurt, could you please serve this invoice upon the Prussian Pickle, the Major General von Trotha for  the disrupting the legitimate working of F..H. Schmidt Engineering Services?”
― Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

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― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“Gnomic, “!chocH !choe echachoed dh zchoaK !chocH”
― Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted

“We are a society that constantly celebrates no one but women and it must stop! I want to hear what the men of the world have been up to. What fun new guns have they invented? What are they raping these days? What’s Michael Bay’s next film going to be?”
― Tina Fey, Bossypants

“Unexamined feelings lead to all kinds of trouble.”
― Garth Nix, Clariel

“Suddenly I realized, horrified, that Darry was crying. He didn’t make a sound, but tears were running down his cheeks. I hadn’t seen him cry in years, not even when Mom and Dad had been killed. (I remembered the funeral. I had sobbed in spite of myself; Soda had broken down and bawled like a baby; but Darry had only stood there, his fists in his pockets and that look on his face, the same helpless, pleading look that he was wearing now.) In that second what Soda and Dally and Two-Bit had been trying to tell me came through. Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he cared he was trying too hard to make something of me. When he yelled “Pony, where have you been all this time?” he meant “Pony, you’ve scared me to death. Please be careful, because I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you.” Darry looked down and turned away silently. Suddenly I broke out of my daze. “Darry!” I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him. “Darry,” I said, “I’m sorry . . .” He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears. “Oh, Pony, I thought we’d lost you . . . like we did Mom and Dad . . .” That was his silent fear then—of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and knew everything was going to be okay now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“But i'll guarantee you this, every fragment you see here, every scrap, once had a story.”
― Brian Selznick , The Marvels

“The principal said, “Greg, I’ve already called your mother, and she’ll meet you at home. Maura’s mother is coming in about five minutes, and she’s driving you both.” Then she turned to Maura and said, “Would you go to the girls’ room across the hall for me? Wet paper towels. We’ve got to get Greg cleaned up so that Mr. Zenotopoulous can get up off the floor. Or . . . we could just wait until it gets dark and all the b-l-o-o-d becomes invisible.” She chuckled, and then said, “Sorry about the jokes. I’m just relieved this isn’t more serious.”
― Andrew Clements, Lunch Money