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“Joseph couldn’t contain his emotion any longer. He ordered all of the Egyptians out of the room so that he could be alone with his brothers. He then burst into tears and exclaimed: “I am your brother, Joseph!”
― Spencer C Demetros, The Bible: Enter Here: Bringing God's Word to Life for Today's Teens

“You should have come the minute you suspected anything. You tell me you would not betray me, and yet your actions challenge your words.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“There it was, burned into the text box, their code: “Sword of the Spirit.” They’d both attended weekly Bible study at the home of a lay person, and after the session one evening they talked about the expression that ultimately would become their code. They interpreted it to mean ‘the Word of God.”
― John M. Vermillion, Awful Reckoning: A Cade Chase and Simon Pack Novel

“The couples learn to distrust what’s said about them in the media and to turn inward toward each other in times of crisis. Dina Matos McGreevey, former wife of New Jersey Gov. Jim McGreevey wrote, “Yes, I’d once or twice heard the rumor that Jim was gay, but I dismissed it just as I dismissed many other stories, most of which I knew not to be true.”
― Anne Michaud, Why They Stay: Sex Scandals, Deals, and Hidden Agendas of Nine Political Wives

“Junior finds what he’s seeking in a swale between two ridges. He glasses down at the elk from a hillside aflame with autumn color. The animal strides through the clearing about five hundred yards due east, dipping its head now and then to nibble on receding grass that soon will disappear for the winter.”
― C. Matthew Smith, Twentymile

“God is the same yesterday, today and forever.”
― John Ramirez, Armed and Dangerous: The Ultimate Battle Plan for Targeting and Defeating the Enemy

“Юность не вечна, о да. И потом, в юности ты всего лишь вроде как животное, что ли. Нет, даже не животное, а скорее какая-нибудь игрушка, что продаются на каждом углу, – вроде как жестяной человечек с пружиной внутри, которого ключиком снаружи заведешь – др-др-др, и он пошел вроде как сам по себе, бллин. Но ходит он только по прямой и на всякие vestshi натыкается – бац, бац, к тому же если уж он пошел, то остановиться ни за что не может. В юности каждый из нас похож на такую malennkuju заводную shtutshku.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“There could be something wrong with me because I see Negroes neither better nor worse than any other race. Race pride is a luxury I cannot afford. There are too many implications bend the term. Now, suppose a Negro does something really magnificent, and I glory, not in the benefit to mankind, but the fact that the doer was a Negro. Must I not also go hang my head in shame when a member of my race does something execrable? If I glory, then the obligation is laid upon me to blush also. I do glory when a Negro does something fine, I gloat because he or she has done a fine thing, but not because he was a Negro. That is incidental and accidental. It is the human achievement which I honor. I execrate a foul act of a Negro but again not on the grounds that the doer was a Negro, but because it was foul. A member of my race just happened to be the fouler of humanity. In other words, I know that I cannot accept responsibility for thirteen million people. Every tub must sit on its own bottom regardless. So 'Race Pride' in me had to go. And anyway, why should I be proud to be Negro? Why should anyone be proud to be white? Or yellow? Or red? After all, the word 'race' is a loose classification of physical characteristics. I tells nothing about the insides of people. Pointing a achievements tells nothing either. Races have never done anything. What seems race achievement is the work of individuals. The white race did not go into a laboratory and invent incandescent light. That was Edison. The Jews did not work out Relativity. That was Einstein. The Negros did not find out the inner secrets of peanuts and sweet potatoes, nor the secret of the development of the egg. That wad Carver and Just. If you are under the impression that every white man is Edison, just look around a bit. If you have the idea that every Negro is a Carver, you had better take off plenty of time to do your searching.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road

“We're children. We're supposed to be childish.”
― George R.R. Martin

“El verbo leer, como el verbo amar y el verbo soñar, no soporta ‘el modo imperativo’. Yo siempre les aconsejé a mis estudiantes que si un libro los aburre lo dejen; que no lo lean porque es famoso, que no lean un libro porque es moderno, que no lean un libro porque es antiguo. La lectura debe ser una de las formas de la felicidad y no se puede obligar a nadie a ser feliz.


The verb reading, like the verb to love and the verb dreaming, doesn't bear the imperative mode. I always advised to my students that if a book bores them leave it; That they don't read it because it's famous, that they don't read a book because it's modern, that they don't read a book because it's antique. The reading should be one of the ways of happiness and nobody can be obliged to be happy.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Hard-covered books break up friendships. You loan a hard covered book to a friend and when he doesn’t return it you get mad at him. It makes you mean and petty. But twenty-five cent books are different.”
― John Steinbeck

“Life took longer to reassemble that it did to blow apart, but that didn’t meant wouldn’t be lovely, providing that one remembered to go for country walks, and to tune the wireless to music.”
― Chris Cleave, Everyone Brave Is Forgiven

“Plants are nature’s alchemists, expert at transforming water, soil and sunlight into an array of precious substances, many of them beyond the ability of human beings to conceive, much less manufacture.”
― Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
― Clement C. Moore, Twas the Night before Christmas A Visit from St. Nicholas

“Anyone who says "Trust me" is the last motherfucker you should ever trust.”
― R.D. Ronald

“Truly, the colored race are the most cheerful and forgiving people on the face of the earth. That their masters sleep in safety is owing to their superabundance of heart; and yet they look upon their sufferings with less pity than they would bestow on those of a horse or a dog.”
― Harriet Ann Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

“Too many writers start with a good idea and carry it through the first chapters, then fall apart because they had no idea where the top of the mountain was in the first place.”
― Leon Uris, Qb VII

“I can't praise a young lady who is alive only when people are admiring her, but as soon as she is left alone, collapses and finds nothing to her taste--one who is all for show and has no resources in herself”
― Leo Tolstoy, Семейное счастие

“Oh oh!” said the
mother bird. “My baby
will be here! He will
want to eat.”
― P.D. Eastman, Are You My Mother?

“By downplaying covert and illegal acts by the government, textbook authors narcotize students from thinking about such issues as the increasing dominance and secrecy of the executive branch. By taking the government’s side, textbooks encourage students to conclude that criticism is incompatible with citizenship.”
― James W. Loewen, Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong

“Imagine a vast sheet of paper on which straight Lines, Triangles, Squares, Pentagons, Hexagons, and other figures, instead of remaining fixed in their places, move freely about, on or in the surface, but without the power of rising above or sinking below it, very much like shadows—only hard with luminous edges—and you will then have a pretty correct notion of my country and countrymen.”
― Edwin A. Abbott, Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions

“Whenever the sky quaked, women uttered a blessing: Lord preserve me from the wrath of Lilith. But I could never bring myself to say it. I would whisper instead, Lord, bless the roaring”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Book of Longings

“The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.”
― T.S. Eliot, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats