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  • #1
    “First, if you participate in Movember, fuck you. Second, if you want to raise money for prostate cancer (a noble cause), do it the old-fashioned way, by either begging for it or exerting yourself physically for donations. Sitting on your ass and letting nature take its course above your upper lip is not the same thing as running a 10K at a local high school or breaking out the set of power tools your dad gave you as a housewarming present collecting dust in your garage and using them to go out and build a habitat for humanity.

    Maybe I can raise money for rectal cancer by getting people to pledge a dollar every time I take a shit.

    And third no one wants to see that horrific seventies pornstache growing like a caterpillar with cerebral palsy zigzagging across your face; you look like you're about to go door to door informing people that you're a registered sex offender who's just moved in next door and would their kids like to come out and was your windowless van for a dollar?

    Fuck Movember. And November.”
    Ari Gold, The Gold Standard: Rules to Rule By

  • #2
    J. Neven-Pugh
    “My biggest hope for this work is that it will help others to remember the sacrifices made for our freedom, and even more so to remember that the men, women, and children all involved in and affected by this era were not just statistics: they were people just like we are, with the same hopes, dreams, and very imminent fears.”
    J. Neven-Pugh

  • #3
    Cynthia Rylant
    “In November, people are good to each other. They carry pies to each other's homes and talk by crackling woodstoves, sipping mellow cider. They travel very far on a special November day just to share a meal with one another and to give thanks for their many blessings - for the food on their tables and the babies in their arms.”
    Cynthia Rylant, In November

  • #4
    L.M. Montgomery
    “November--with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes--days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees. What cared they? Old Tom had built his roof well, and his chimney drew.”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #5
    Oscar Levant
    “Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.”
    Oscar Levant

  • #6
    L.M. Montgomery
    “November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #7
    Emily Dickinson
    “November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #8
    Anne Sexton
    “I know that I have died before—once in November.”
    Anne Sexton

  • #9
    J.K. Rowling
    “October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #10
    Maggie Stiefvater
    “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
    Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races

  • #11
    “November came roaring in with gusty winds and more wet weather. Mandy's depression would not go away. Her garden seemed sad, too. It was virtually empty now, and the few brave flowers that remained there were flattened by rain, their yellows stalks sprawling in all directions. Most of the trees were bare, and the woods had a wet carpet of leaves.”
    Julie Andrews Edwards, Mandy



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