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“Trad moves to get a better view of the water falling in a continuous, glistening cascade from the uppermost level of the atrium to the lagoon below.”
― Trevor Alan Foris, The Octunnumi Fosbit Files Prologue

“The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing. What do we long for when we see beauty? To be beautiful. We think much happiness must be connected with it. But that is an error.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“No olvidamos las penurias de Egipto, no olvidamos a Haman, no olvidamos a Hitler. Así como no olvidamos a los injustos, no olvidamos a los justos. Recordemos pues a Oskar Schindler.”
― Thomas Keneally, Schindler’s List

“Shit, if I took time out to have an opinion about everything, I wouldn't get any work done.”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“Given the initial talent … writing is largely a matter of application and hard work, of writing and rewriting endlessly, until you are satisfied that you have said what you want to say as clearly and simply as possible. For me, that usually means many, many revisions.”
― Rachel Carson

“What you fear most of all is —fear. Very wise...”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“America is on its way into Europe. You can be as isolationist as you want to be, but there is a fact. Our armies are on their way in. Just as truly as Europe once invaded us, with wave after wave of immigrants, now we are invading Europe, with wave after wave of sons of immigrants.”
― John Hersey, A Bell for Adano

“Rosie and Mary had taken only a 10 percentage of this privilege - they were three minutes late leaving their room and took the second bus that went past rather than the first just so they could feel themselves standing at a bus stop in Manhattan, New York, surrounded by people who were short, dark and voluble rather than tall, blond and silent. The fatal part was the bus they got on. They, of course stood, because they had been taught to do so, out of respect to everyone else in the whole world - they were from the Midwest and deference was their habit and their training.

......."Did you see that?"

"What?" replied Mary

"That woman."

"God, she was rude," said Mary.

And from that statement Rosalind knew that Mary would live the rest of her life in the Midwest, which she did.”
― Jane Smiley

“for love can exist with hatred, each preying on the other, and this is what gives it its greatest fury.”
― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed. ”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

“Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery?”
― Paul Cude, Bentwhistle the Dragon in a Threat from the Past

“Is it possible that love is all subjective, or all objective?”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“coffin nails. Once Stan had left for”
― Jeffrey Archer, Only Time Will Tell

“moment”
― Tom Clancy, Threat Vector

“كيف يمكن لإنسان أن يجادل ممثل الله على الأرض ؟”
― Azar Nafisi

“Ha az emberrel kibasznak, akkor igenis joga van ordítani. És mivelünk kibasztak!”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“You've never in your life seen a horse run so fast! He's all power-all beauty.”
― Walter Farley, The Black Stallion

“Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them entirely new. They push back the darkness; they scatter memories behind them like bread crumbs. The world is remade.”
― Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall