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  • #1
    Barbara Sontheimer
    “My heart aches, a drowsy numbness pains as if of hemlock I had drunk."

    Ode To A NIghtengale, John Keats”
    Barbara Sontheimer

  • #2
    Merlin Franco
    “You see, writers traveling to Southeast Asia visit indigenous communities. No writing quest will be complete without some cross-cultural comparisons. This exercise is a decisive moment in every author’s life. Equate it to a photographer meeting his first old man with a wrinkled face or the old lady with heavy earrings dangling from her earlobes.”
    Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

  • #3
    Behcet Kaya
    “Cindy extended her hand. I got up, faced her, and shook her hand. A strong handshake. This was definitely a no-nonsense young woman.
    “I recognize you from your pictures, Mr. Ludefance.”
    “Pleasure to meet you, Cindy. And you can call me Jack. I’m afraid you have the advantage. You probably did a Google search on me and have all my background information?”
    She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
    “Don’t believe everything you read on the Internet.”
    “I don’t.”
    Behcet Kaya, Appellate Judge

  • #4
    Therisa Peimer
    “Aurelia, not all those women are uppity aristocratic bitches. Most of them are normal nice girls trying to survive in shark-infested waters, so if you want to make a difference, why not go in there and change the way things work?" "How?" Marcus smiled deviously. "By unseating the queen bee and changing the rules." "That sounds like a great idea, Colonel. Lead me to the beehive.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #5
    Diane Merrill Wigginton
    “She could see the headlines now.

    ‘Spinster dies alone in her condo. No one discovered her corpse for three days.’

    She had been so preoccupied with work, that she’d neglected to do the grocery shopping and was now regretting it.”
    Diane Merrill Wigginton, A Compromising Position

  • #6
    Yvonne Korshak
    “On the Acropolis, he’d thought she’d seen too much sun for a woman but in the courtyard, under the moon, her face, neck, and arms were as pale as the moon goddess. Allowing himself to imagine it was the moon goddess leading him upward was a way of climbing to the second story.”
    Yvonne Korshak, Pericles and Aspasia: A Story of Ancient Greece

  • #7
    Max Nowaz
    “If you always try to subjugate people by coercion, because you are strong, then sooner or later you will run into somebody who is just as strong, if not stronger. Then you'll be in trouble.”
    Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

  • #8
    Stephen Chbosky
    “I don't want to be somebody's crush.if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what they think i am. And i don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me,so i can feel it too. - Sam”
    Stephen Chbosky

  • #9
    Ken Follett
    “The kiss of peace, which was part of the ritual of the mass, was the symbol of trust, and no contract, from a wedding to a truce, was complete without it.”
    Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth

  • #10
    Emem Uko
    “When you had the dream, it looked big. So why quit when it's still small?”
    Emem Uko

  • #11
    Aldo Leopold
    “One of the anomalies of modern ecology is the creation of two groups, each of which seems barely aware of the existence of the other. The one studies the human community, almost as if it were a separate entity, and calls its findings sociology, economics and history. The other studies the plant and animal community and comfortably relegates the hodge-podge of politics to the liberal arts. The inevitable fusion of these two lines of thought will, perhaps, constitute the outstanding advance of this century.”
    Aldo Leopold

  • #12
    Todor Bombov
    “In a popular state the inhabitants are divided into certain classes,” Montesquieu affirmed in a Marxian manner a century before Marx! So, the popular state is a fiction; it is transient, fleeting, and for this reason — imaginable only. In its rigorous scientific sense of a class instrument, it is practically an empty matter sophism, a complete commonplaceness, an offspring of mental weakness. There is no such state! If it is a state, it is not popular! If it is popular, it is not a state yet! The State is a violent institution for social injustice generated by two main classes, which are main ones because they are at enmity… Any people closed in a state, are divided into classes. “For indeed any city, however small, is in fact divided into two, one the city of the poor, the other of the rich.”(Plato, The Republic).  Not Marx, still Plato said the truth!”
    Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

  • #13
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine
    “At headquarters I tried to suppress some of the more fantastic rumours. After the bombing of Rangoon and many other places by Japanese Aircraft the local bazaars buzzed with rumours. One was to the effect the Germans had occupied Rangoon. …many villagers were openly discussing their coming flight to distant places of safety. Some hooligans, I had reason to believe, were planning to loot the Indian and Chinese shops and were storing large quantities of knives and spears in some caves in jungle places … One night I stood
    at the door of my house which overlooked the surrounding country and watched the outline of flames in various directions. The dome of heaven was splashed with a bloody glare as one burst of flame succeeded another. The night seemed to emphasise the feeling of universal
    unease … Captain Gribble”
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, EXTRAORDINARY TRUE STORIES OF SURVIVAL IN BURMA WW2: tens of thousands fled to India from the Japanese Invasion in 1942

  • #14
    “When you expect torture, kindness is more dangerous.”
    D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

  • #15
    “To whomever swapped my tattoo cream for toothpaste........ well played.”
    R.D. Ronald

  • #16
    Stephen Crane
    “Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.”
    Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage

  • #17
    Samuel Beckett
    “لا تزال نوبات قلة الصبر تطوف بي بين حين وآخر.”
    Samuel Beckett

  • #18
    Ransom Riggs
    “I emerged into the sticky-hot evening to find Ricky smoking on the hood of his battered car. Something about his mud-encrusted boots and the way he let smoke curl from his lips and how the sinking sun lit his green hair reminded me of a punk, redneck James Dean. He was all of those things, a bizarre cross-pollination of subcultures possible only in South Florida.”
    Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

  • #19
    Alan Paton
    “Who indeed knows the secret of the earthly pilgrimage? Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one’s own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. Oh God, my God, do not Thou forsake me. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, if Thou art with me….”
    Alan Paton, Cry, the Beloved Country

  • #20
    Herman Melville
    “Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way--either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content.”
    Herman Melville, Moby Dick

  • #21
    Anne Morrow Lindbergh
    “One writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'."
    — Anne Morrow Lindbergh (War Within and Without: Diaries and Letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh 1939-1944)”
    Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Wartime Writings 1939-1944: Personal Letters and Meditations of a WWII Aviator



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