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  • #1
    María Negroni
    “Someday,
    you will take the notebook that has awaited you
    forever and begin to construct your walls of song
    and then, leap over them.”
    María Negroni, Night Journey

  • #2
    Ruth Downie
    “Back from where? you're not going out again and leaving me here are you?? Holy Hercules I sound like somebody's wife”
    Ruth Downie, Terra Incognita

  • #3
    John Pudney
    “I think I was about twenty-five when I first said - more or less to myself - that I was quite a good second-rate poet. I repeated it aloud in a Guardian interview in 1976, and some people thought I was a coy old thing.”
    John Pudney

  • #4
    John Pudney
    “Dylan [Thomas] I knew before and after he became famous. He was splendid, rapacious, demanding as a young man. To much has been written about him for me to add to the legend. As that legend began to grow in his lifetime I learned to separate him from his poetry, to find him in person increasingly tedious and his poems increasingly exciting, both in print and when he was reading them.”
    John Pudney

  • #5
    Margaret Atwood
    “Another belief of mine: that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.”
    Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye

  • #6
    Bertolt Brecht
    “Motto"

    In the dark times
    Will there also be singing?
    Yes, there will also be singing.
    About the dark times.”
    Bertolt Brecht

  • #7
    Virginia Woolf
    “Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #8
    Alison Brackenbury
    “The robin brushes me at dusk.
    Our good bones fail. We leave no mark.
    His voice, she writes, was clear and quiet.
    I hear him singing in the dark.

    (“Edward Thomas’ Daughter”)”
    Alison Brackenbury, Singing in the Dark

  • #9
    Caroline Davies
    “She took the sea with her
    Not beaches but the grey
    relentless Irish sea,
    its rhythm and the crying gulls.”
    Caroline Davies

  • #10
    Nuala Ní Chonchúir
    “My desk was a present from Margaret Atwood.
    After Zen and the Art of Uterus Maintenance
    sold its first million, she said I needed a place
    to write, other than the local bus-shelter.”
    Nuala Ní Chonchúir, The Juno Charm

  • #11
    Jay Parini
    “Test-oriented teaching strikes me as anti-educational, a kind of unpleasant game that subverts the real aim of education: to waken a student to her or his potential, and to pursue a subject of considerable importance without restrictions imposed by anything except the inherent demands of the material.”
    Jay Parini, The Art of Teaching

  • #12
    Etel Adnan
    “Morning. Vast. Imprecision. Fog has covered everything in gray
    absolute. This has lasted. Doubt looms over the mind. Absence
    is harder to accept than death.”
    Etel Adnan, Sea & Fog

  • #13
    “Such was the mistrust of the official line, so heavy was the spin, that with any new piece of information you learned to do a kind of mental arithmetic whereby you divided the information given by the speaker’s rank, multiplied by his or her time in-country, and subtracted based on the number of miles the speaker was distant from the fighting.

    From The Big Suck: Notes from the Jarhead Underground”
    David J. Morris

  • #14
    Jarod Kintz
    “Beer has that Olympic medal color,” Rot replied, “but does it have a winning taste? I’d hardly call silver a champion flavor. No, I’ll stick to my red wine.”
    Jarod Kintz, The Mandrake Hotel and Resort to violence if necessary

  • #15
    Peter Bland
    “I left this morning saying ‘I love you’
    as if setting out for some unknown country
    instead of the corner shop. I wanted
    you to be sure, in case
    this time - out of, say, 10,000 departures
    I never made it back: although
    after 50 years together, 2 countries,
    3 children, and several former journeys
    that would put this one to shame
    you’d think there’d be no need to pause
    on my own doorstep, suddenly afraid
    of the distance between us, of your absolute beauty,
    of the growing aloneness when I clicked the latch.”
    Peter Bland

  • #16
    Sarah Hymas
    “Early mapmakers kept their backs to the sea”
    Sarah Hymas

  • #17
    Edith Södergran
    “Love

    My soul was a light-blue gown, sky-coloured;
    I left it on a cliff by the sea
    and naked I came to you, resembling a woman.
    And like a woman I sat at your table
    and drank a toast with wine and breathed in the scent of several roses.
    You found me beautiful, resembling something you'd seen dreaming,
    I forgot everything, I forgot my childhood and my homeland,
    I knew only that your caresses held me captive.
    And, smiling, you took up a mirror and bade me look.
    I saw that my shoulders were made of dust and crumbled away,
    I saw that my beauty was sick and had no desire other than to - disappear.
    Oh, hold me close in your arms, so tightly that I need nothing.”
    Edith Södergran, Poems

  • #18
    “I agree that it's a shame some books have to suffer ratings that clearly are invalid. However I can't think of a way to prevent it, and I didn't see any ideas in the thread either (I did skim though).

    I hope you'll appreciate that if we just start deleting ratings whenever we feel like it, that we've gone down a censorship road that doesn't take us to a good place.”
    Otis Y. Chandler

  • #19
    Serhiy Zhadan
    “Я люблю дивитись старі фотоальбоми, з фотами із 40—50-х років, де ці чуваки, веселі й короткострижені, обов'язково посміхаються в камеру, у військових або петеушних формах, з простими і потрібними всім речами в руках — розвідними ключами, фугасними гранатами, чи на крайняк — макетами літаків, діти великого народу, прапороносці, бляха-муха, куди це все поділось, совок видавив із них все людське, перетворивши на напівфабрикати для дяді сема, ось що я думаю. В кожному разі я весь час помічаю, з якою ненавистю і відразою вони дивляться на власних дітей, вони на них полюють, відловлюють їх у глухих коридорах нашої безмежної країни і їбашить по нирках важким кирзовим чоботом соціальної адаптації. Ось така ось річ.”
    Serhij Zhadan, Depeche Mode

  • #20
    “Imagine for a moment that I live
    right here, was born here, that my parents always
    have had a shop here, and on Boulevard
    du Temple there’s a bistro with a nice

    young waitress—I’ll be there. Imagine that
    there’s no such thing as Eastern Europe, no
    cellars for hiding neighbors, no transports,
    no round-ups, never any dreams of going

    from house to house—for a moment suppose
    it looks like this: a cat stretches its neck
    in sunlight on a porch, a secret game
    of chess unfolds between the waitress and

    that guy. He tracks her moves, she brings him coffee,
    as if by chance her hip jostles the board.

    T. Różycki, Colonies
    translated by Mira Rosenthal”
    Tomasz Różycki, Kolonie

  • #21
    Tim O'Brien
    “They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.”
    Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

  • #22
    T.S. Eliot
    “We shall not cease from exploration
    And the end of all our exploring
    Will be to arrive where we started
    And know the place for the first time.”
    T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets

  • #23
    Robert Bolt
    “Thomas More: ...And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned around on you--where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country's planted thick with laws from coast to coast--man's laws, not God's--and if you cut them down...d'you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? Yes, I'd give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety's sake.”
    Robert Bolt, A Man for All Seasons: A Play in Two Acts

  • #24
    Joe Sacco
    “What becomes of someone who thinks he has all the power... and what becomes of someone who believes he has none?”
    Joe Sacco, Palestine

  • #25
    “You should date a girl who reads.
    Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

    Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

    She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

    Buy her another cup of coffee.

    Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

    It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

    She has to give it a shot somehow.

    Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

    Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

    Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

    If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

    You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

    You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

    Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

    Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
    Rosemarie Urquico

  • #26
    Salman Rushdie
    “Nobody has the right to not be offended. That right doesn't exist in any declaration I have ever read.

    If you are offended it is your problem, and frankly lots of things offend lots of people.

    I can walk into a bookshop and point out a number of books that I find very unattractive in what they say. But it doesn't occur to me to burn the bookshop down. If you don't like a book, read another book. If you start reading a book and you decide you don't like it, nobody is telling you to finish it.

    To read a 600-page novel and then say that it has deeply offended you: well, you have done a lot of work to be offended.”
    Salman Rushdie

  • #27
    Suheir Hammad
    “Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.”
    Suheir Hammad, Zaatar Diva

  • #28
    John Gillespie Magee Jr.
    “High Flight

    Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
    And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
    Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
    of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
    You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
    High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
    I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
    My eager craft through footless halls of air....

    Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
    I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
    Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
    And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
    The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
    - Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.”
    John Gillespie MaGee Jr.

  • #29
    Pema Chödrön
    “Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior's world.”
    Pema Chödrön, The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in Difficult Times

  • #30
    J. Mark G. Williams
    “when you start to feel a little sad, anxious, or irritable it’s not the mood that does the damage but how you react to it. • the effort of trying to free yourself from a bad mood or bout of unhappiness – of working out why you’re unhappy and what you can do about it – often makes things worse. It’s like being trapped in quicksand – the more you struggle to be free, the deeper you sink.”
    Mark Williams, Mindfulness: A practical guide to finding peace in a frantic world



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