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  • #1
    Max Nowaz
    “I wanted to thank you for saving my life. I am still puzzled about your motives
though. Was it revenge against Zedan for rejecting you?”
“You insult me. It seems that you think of everybody in the same lowly terms you
think of yourself. If there is anybody I should hate for Zedan rejecting me, it should be
you. He was only doing what is expected of him in our society.”
“You mean you don't hate me?” This was a new revelation to Brown. It worried him.
He was used to hate, he could deal with it, but this he could not understand, he had used
the girl ruthlessly and yet she did not hate him.”
    Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

  • #2
    Gabriel F.W. Koch
    “Death rides on all of our shoulders from the day we are born.”
    Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

  • #3
    Frank Herbert
    “Hard tasks need hard ways.”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #4
    Leif Enger
    “Pride is the rope God allows us all.”
    Leif Enger

  • #5
    Anna Sewell
    “Whilst I was young I lived upon my mother's milk, as I could not eat grass. In the daytime I ran by her side, and at night I lay down close by her. When it was hot we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees, and when it was cold, we had a nice warm shed near the plantation.”
    Anna Sewell, Black Beauty

  • #6
    Katherine Dunn
    “She talks. People talk easily to me. They think a bald albino hunchback can’t hide anything. My worst is all out in the open. It makes it necessary for people to tell you about themselves. They begin out of simple courtesy. Just being visible is my biggest confession, so they try to set me at ease by revealing our equality, by dragging out their apparent deformities. That’s how it starts. But I am like a stranger on the bus and they get hooked on having a listener. They go too far because I am one listener who is in no position to judge or find fault. They stretch out their dampest secrets because a creature like me has no values or morals. If I am “good" (and they assume that I am), it’s obviously for lack of opportunity to be otherwise. And I listen. I listen eagerly, warmly, because I care. They tell me everything eventually.”
    Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

  • #7
    Lynne Truss
    “Everyday, you get home from the shops with a bag of cat food and bin-liners and realise that, yet again, you failed to have cosmetic surgery, book a cheap weekend in Paris, change your name to something more glamorous, buy the fifth series of The Sopranos, divorce your spouse, sell up and move to Devon, or adopt a child from Guatemala.”
    Lynne Truss, Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World Today, or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door

  • #8
    Susanna Clarke
    “Soldiers, I am sorry to say, steal everything.” He thought for a moment and then added, “Or at least ours do.” How”
    Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

  • #9
    Lewis Carroll
    “But it's no use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #10
    Oliver Sacks
    “Many patients may confess that they feel “strange” or “confused” during a migraine aura, that they are clumsy in their movements, or that they would not drive at such a time. In short, they may be aware of something the matter in addition to the scintillating scotoma, paraesthesiae, etc., something so unprecedented in their experience, so difficult to describe, that it is often avoided or omitted when speaking of their complaints. Great”
    Oliver Sacks, Migraine

  • #11
    Victor Hugo
    “The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

  • #12
    Helen Fielding
    “You see, things being good has nothing to do with how you feel outside, it is all to do with how you are inside.”
    Helen Fielding, Mad About the Boy

  • #13
    Mary Norton
    “An inn, of course, was a place you came to at night (not at three o'clock in the afternoon), preferably a rainy night—wind, too, if it could be managed; and it should be situated on a moor (“bleak,” Kate knew, was the adjective here). And there should be scullions; mine host should be gravy-stained and broad in the beam with a tousled apron pulled across his stomach; and there should be a tall, dark stranger—the one who speaks to nobody—warming thin hands before the fire. And the fire should be a fire—crackling and blazing, laid with an impossible size log and roaring its great heart out up the chimney. And there should be some sort of cauldron, Kate felt, somewhere about—and, perhaps, a couple of mastiffs thrown in for good measure.”
    Mary Norton, The Borrowers Afield



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