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  • #1
    Max Nowaz
    “Somebody always had to pay, and he was glad it was not going to be him. Meanwhile he had managed to ruin the perfect marriage by turning Dick into a crayfish and making Rachael think that he had run off with another woman.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #2
    Barry Kirwan
    “next”
    Barry Kirwan, Eden's Trial

  • #3
    Annie Proulx
    “The old forests are going and once they are gone we will have to wait a thousand years or more to see their like. Though nothing will be allowed such a generous measure of time to grow.”
    Annie Proulx, Barkskins

  • #4
    Lawrence Hill
    “The misfortune of those women was my good luck, their misery my escape.”
    Lawrence Hill, The Book of Negroes

  • #5
    Wilson Rawls
    “women are a little different than men. They”
    Wilson Rawls, Where the Red Fern Grows

  • #6
    Frederick Forsyth
    “The technique of beaming a ray on to window glass and reading from the vibrations the conversation going on inside had been used against the American embassy in Moscow in the Cold War and required the reconstruction of the entire building.”
    Frederick Forsyth, The Kill List

  • #7
    Jon Krakauer
    “I don’t want to know what time it is. I don’t want to know what day it is or where I am. None of that matters.”
    Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

  • #8
    Miguel Ruiz
    “This is the first step in using the truth as a scalpel: You find that the injustice that created a wound is no longer true, right now, in this moment. You discover that perhaps what you believe hurt you so badly was never true. Even if it was true, it doesn’t mean that now it is true. By using the truth, you open the wound and see the injustice from a new perspective.”
    Miguel Ruiz, The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship

  • #9
    Diane Merrill Wigginton
    “No one else can close the door that God has opened for you,” she quietly said under her breath. That was something that Grandma Alice had said to her many times before her death.

    “I miss you, Alice,” she whispered, “and wish you were here with me now.”
    Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

  • #10
    Merlin Franco
    “Let your ego go . . . This is how the world is. Everyone chases love, but very few recognize it. Because to love unconditionally is the toughest task on earth. Learn to accept it.”
    Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

  • #11
    K.  Ritz
    “This world would be a pleasant place if people didn’t inhabit it.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #12
    Sara Pascoe
    “And she was right. No matter how they tried, the two humans, with the cat but without the microchip, couldn’t connect to headquarters. Raya heard a loud popping sound in her mind, like a huge rubber band being snapped, like a glider plane released from a Piper Cub.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #13
    “Cognitive robotics can integrate information from pre-operation medical records with real-time operating metrics to guide and enhance the precision of physicians’ instruments. By processing data from genuine surgical experiences, they’re able to provide new and improved insights and techniques. These kinds of improvements can improve patient outcomes and boost trust in AI throughout the surgery. Robotics can lead to a 21% reduction in length of stay.”
    Ronald M. Razmi, AI Doctor: The Rise of Artificial Intelligence in Healthcare - A Guide for Users, Buyers, Builders, and Investors

  • #14
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “Pie in a bed of raw onions. Human skull looking put-upon. -- Howl”
    Diana Wynne Jones

  • #15
    Alan             Moore
    “There is some confusion as to what magic actually is. I think this can be cleared up if you just look at the very earliest descriptions of magic. Magic in its earliest form is often referred to as “the art”. I believe this is completely literal. I believe that magic is art and that art, whether it be writing, music, sculpture, or any other form is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words, or images, to achieve changes in consciousness. The very language about magic seems to be talking as much about writing or art as it is about supernatural events. A grimmoir for example, the book of spells is simply a fancy way of saying grammar. Indeed, to cast a spell, is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change people's consciousness. And I believe that this is why an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world that you are likely to see to a Shaman.

    I believe that all culture must have arisen from cult. Originally, all of the faucets of our culture, whether they be in the arts or sciences were the province of the Shaman. The fact that in present times, this magical power has degenerated to the level of cheap entertainment and manipulation, is, I think a tragedy. At the moment the people who are using Shamanism and magic to shape our culture are advertisers. Rather than try to wake people up, their Shamanism is used as an opiate to tranquilize people, to make people more manipulable. Their magic box of television, and by their magic words, their jingles can cause everyone in the country to be thinking the same words and have the same banal thoughts all at exactly the same moment.

    In all of magic there is an incredibly large linguistic component. The Bardic tradition of magic would place a bard as being much higher and more fearsome than a magician. A magician might curse you. That might make your hands lay funny or you might have a child born with a club foot. If a Bard were to place not a curse upon you, but a satire, then that could destroy you. If it was a clever satire, it might not just destroy you in the eyes of your associates; it would destroy you in the eyes of your family. It would destroy you in your own eyes. And if it was a finely worded and clever satire that might survive and be remembered for decades, even centuries. Then years after you were dead people still might be reading it and laughing at you and your wretchedness and your absurdity. Writers and people who had command of words were respected and feared as people who manipulated magic. In latter times I think that artists and writers have allowed themselves to be sold down the river. They have accepted the prevailing belief that art and writing are merely forms of entertainment. They’re not seen as transformative forces that can change a human being; that can change a society. They are seen as simple entertainment; things with which we can fill 20 minutes, half an hour, while we’re waiting to die. It’s not the job of the artist to give the audience what the audience wants. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn’t be the audience. They would be the artists. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need.”
    Alan Moore

  • #16
    Daphne du Maurier
    “I thought about being placid, how quiet and comfortable it sounded, someone with knitting on her lap, with calm unruffled brow. Someone who was never anxious, never tortured by doubt and indecision, someone who never stood as I did, hopeful, eager, frightened, tearing at bitten nails, uncertain which way to go, what star to follow.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #17
    Dalton Trumbo
    “New nursery rhymes for new times. Hickory dickory dock my daddy’s nuts from shellshock. Humpty dumpty thought he was wise till gas came along and burned out his eyes. A diller a dollar a ten o’clock scholar blow off his legs and then watch him holler. Rockabye baby in the treetop don’t stop a bomb or you’ll probably flop. Now I lay me down to sleep my bombproof cellar’s good and deep but if I’m killed before I wake remember god it’s for your sake amen.”
    Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun

  • #18
    Eckhart Tolle
    “Nothing has happened in the past; it happened in the Now. Nothing will ever happen in the future; it will happen in the Now.”
    Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment

  • #19
    Stephanie Perkins
    “The grapes are smaller than I’m used to, and the skin is slightly textured. Is that dirt? I dip my napkin in water and dab at the tiny purple globes. It helps, but they’re still sort of rough. Hmm. St. Clair and Meredith stop talking. I glance up to find them staring at me in matching bemusement.
    “What?”
    “Nothing,” he says. “Continue your grape bath.”
    Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss



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