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  • #1
    “The filigreed iron gates of the Navy Yard were open wide between two pillars that featured large spread-winged eagles on orbs. Men were standing around as women came out together in their overalls after their shifts. Before the war women didn’t work at the Navy Yard, but with men joining up or drafted and a new campaign with a poster of 'Rosie the Riveter' it did its job encouraging woman to work outside the home for the war effort.”
    A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

  • #2
    Rebecca Rosenberg
    “Chaque jour de ta vie est un feuillet de ton histoire que tu ecris.”
    Rebecca Rosenberg, Madame Pommery, Creator of Brut Champagne

  • #3
    Therisa Peimer
    “Too pissed off to care, Aurelia interrupted him. "No, I will not wait just one moment!" Piercing him with her best scary stare, she said, "It surprises me that no one has pointed out your glaringly obvious agenda, so let me be the first.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #4
    Audrey Niffenegger
    “That’s the thing about living vicariously; it’s so much faster than actual living.”
    Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry

  • #5
    Eckhart Tolle
    “The more shared past there is in a relationship, the more present you need to be...”
    Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose

  • #6
    Colleen McCullough
    “The Julian ancestry was so stellar, so august, that opportunities to fill the family coffers had passed”
    Colleen McCullough, The First Man in Rome

  • #7
    Jane Austen
    “If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient.”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #8
    Irvine Welsh
    “You just want tae fuck up on drugs so that everyone'll think how deep and fucking complex you are. It's pathetic, and fucking boring.”
    Irvine Welsh, Trainspotting

  • #9
    Jerry Spinelli
    “And so I'm me again, Leo. Thanks to the example of a five-year-old. I'm hoping you wouldn't want it any other way. Not that you weren't flattered, right? I mean, to have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and self-respect - well, that's trophy enough for any guy's ego, huh?”
    Jerry Spinelli

  • #10
    Ellen J. Lewinberg
    “Humans knew a long time ago that everything was connected. They also knew that plants and animals communicate with each other….”
    Ellen J. Lewinberg, Joey and His Friend Water

  • #11
    “It is working for God, not a boss. Maybe you will get a raise in consciousness.”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #12
    Shafter Bailey
    “you calm down and listen carefully to these words.” He pressed the play button on his recorder and held it to the sending end of the telephone.”
    Shafter Bailey, James Ed Hoskins and the One-Room Schoolhouse: The Unprosecuted Crime Against Children

  • #13
    K.  Ritz
    “I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn’t need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward. 
    I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
    We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. “Do you like living in the High Lord’s kitchens?”
    He, of course, replied, “No.”
    “Well, we’re going to a better place.”
    When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec’s cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
    Malison moved beside me. “It’s a graveyard.”
    “Are you afraid of ghosts?” I asked.
    “My father’s a ghost,” he whispered.
    I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, “Yes,” as I knew he would.  He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I’d spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined. 
    Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
    “Aren’t you going to show me?” Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #14
    “I have seen so many people try everything—prayer, fasting, accountability—yet still struggle. And then, in one moment of encountering the power of God, they are set free forever.”
    Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

  • #15
    Todor Bombov
    “Let’s get to know each other. My name’s William, William More, but you can call me Willy. I’m an engineer-chemist who graduated from MIT. So . . . but you’re all alike to me . . . of course, you would be . . . you’re robots. And all your names are that sort of, um . . . codes, technical numbers . . . I need some marker where I can pick you out. Well, well, to you I’ll call . . .,” and Willy pondered for a moment, “Gumball, yes, Gumball! Do you mind?” “No, sir, actually no,” CSE-TR-03 said, agreeing with its new given name. “Ah, that’s wonderful. And then you’re Darwin,” Willy said, accosting the second robot. “Look what a nice name—Darwin! What do you say, eh?” “What can I say, sir? I like it,” CSE-TR-02 agreed too. “Yes, a human name with a past . . . You and Gumball . . . are from the same family, the Methanesons!” “It turns out thus, sir,” Darwin confirmed its family belonging. “And you’re like Larry. You’re Larry. Do you know that?” More addressed the next robot in line. “Yes, sir, just now I learned that,” the third robot said, accepted its name as well.”
    Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan: A Science Fiction Novel

  • #16
    Trevor Alan Foris
    “Who’s Trevor?’ Grace suddenly shouts at the room. ‘And where the hell is he?”
    Trevor Alan Foris, The Octunnumi Fosbit Files Prologue

  • #17
    Edith Wharton
    “There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.”
    Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

  • #18
    Rick Riordan
    “The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."
    I hesitated. "Any gift?"
    Zeus nodded grimly. "I know what you will ask. The greatest gift of all. Yes, if you want it, it shall be yours. The gods have not bestowed this gift on a mortal hero in many centuries, but, Perseus Jackson-if you wish it-you shall be made a god. Immortal. Undying. You shall serve as your father's lieutenant for all time."
    I stared at him, stunned. "Um...a god?"
    Zeus rolled his eyes. "A dimwitted god, apparently. But yes. With the consensus of the entire Council, I can make you immortal. Then I will have to put up with you forever."
    "Hmm," Ares mused. "That means I can smash him to a pulp as often as I want, and he'll just keep coming back for more. I like this idea.”
    Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

  • #19
    “my”
    Andrew Clements, The Janitor's Boy

  • #20
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    “The sea danced on the small stretch of beach, indifferent to its own eternal law and spawning its own note of caution.”
    Ernesto Che Guevara
    tags: travel

  • #21
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz
    “Summer had come and gone. Summer had come and gone. And the world was ending.”
    Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe



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