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  • #1
    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

  • #2
    Behcet Kaya
    “And, for a moment in time, I’d crossed the line over to evil and used some unethical interrogation techniques to bring him down. I was hoping for a few months of ‘down time.’ Time to reevaluate how I’d let myself cross that line and how to prevent it from ever happening again. Then there was my father. He was quickly succumbing to Alzheimer’s and I wanted to spend more time with him.”
    Behcet Kaya, Body In The Woods

  • #3
    Merlin Franco
    “A saint has control over his anger and itches.”
    Merlin Franco, Saint Richard Parker

  • #4
    Max Nowaz
    “He was sure people detested accountants; they were boring. In fact, he had put down his profession as an airline pilot on the form he had filled in for a dating agency. As an airline pilot you could be away just the right amount of time, when you needed a break from your love life, without facing awkward questions from her when you got back.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #5
    “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

  • #6
    Therisa Peimer
    “Mom, please don't use 'the happy voice.' It reminds me of the day Tinkles died."
    "Who was Tinkles?" Sue asked around a mouthful of pancake.
    "My cat. When I was five, Tinkles died choking on a mouse that was a bit ambitious for a kitten to eat."
    "It was terribly traumatic for Aurelia because it was the first time she'd experienced loss." 
    "What did you do to help her get through it?" 
    Rosalind smiled at Mother Guardian. "Well, after a good cry, we performed an autopsy."
    Aurelia reached for her mother's hand. "I never thanked you for that.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #7
    Ami Loper
    “I wish I could say this journey is an easy one. It’s not. As easy as it is to fall in love, it takes effort to make a relationship grow, to continue making the effort to connect, to speak and to listen.”
    Ami Loper, Constant Companion: Your Practical Path to Real Interaction with God

  • #8
    Jean Craighead George
    “و أخذ النجم واهب الحياة يبزغ ببطء حتى صار مستديراً متوهجاً لونه الأحمر في كبد السماء”
    Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

  • #9
    Jules Verne
    “What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?”
    Jules Verne, The Mysterious Island

  • #10
    “Vicky became more serious and her tone more reflective as she remarked, "Life has so much pain that one needs a catharsis. I don't mean escape. You don't escape in books. On the contrary, they help you to realize yourself more fully. Mon Dieu, I'm glad I have them. When I find myself in a situation in which I'd rather not be - because of the perculiar circumstances of my life - I have this outlet. You may think me tres superieure but I'm not really, I am just what I am and live the way I like.”
    Flora Rheta Schreiber, Sybil: The Classic True Story of a Woman Possessed by Sixteen Personalities

  • #11
    Daniel Quinn
    “...you never really know how to handle a problem until you actually have it.”
    Daniel Quinn, Ishmael

  • #12
    Harper Lee
    “He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of gray house with sad brown doors.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #13
    Michael              Parker
    “For all Conor Lenihan cared it could have been Osama Bin Laden who had organised the whole thing. He was simply a mercenary doing a job of work.”
    Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

  • #14
    Max Nowaz
    “He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
     ”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #15
    K.  Ritz
    “Mead.
    O sweet elixir,
    Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
     ”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #16
    “You were destined to find the amulet. This is because the Divines see something in you, Chase of Dragonfell. Something they haven’t seen in anyone for quite some time.”
    Cade Mengler, The Companions

  • #17
    Michael Wyndham Thomas
    “As I reached the door, the constable said, “Good luck in Canada, son.” For a second I expected his voice to morph into Uncle Sid’s as he urged me to give his love to Rose Marie and the Mounties.”
    Michael Wyndham Thomas, The Erkeley Shadows

  • #18
    Robert         Reid
    “Later, back in the Den of Thieves, Rafe explained it all to Raimund. The boy was partially mollified. Rafe did not know about Raimund’s dreams, and Raimund did not enlighten him, so Raimund puzzled by himself. What did it mean? How had Aleana come to be in the prison cell under the protection of the young man from his dreams – in the arms of the young man who was now the occupant of his family’s old cottage? How had the man ended up in prison, and what was his crime? Most importantly, what would happen to Aleana?”
    Robert Reid, The Thief

  • #19
    Steven Decker
    “They came for me the next morning.”
    Steven Decker, Child of Another Kind

  • #20
    Sybrina Durant
    “The bunny was thrilled that her ears no longer dragged on the ground. They would stay nice and clean.”
    Sybrina Durant, Cleo Can Tie A Bow: A Rabbit and Fox Story

  • #21
    Maya Angelou
    “Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say,
    It's in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed.
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It's in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need of my care,
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.”
    Maya Angelou, Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women

  • #22
    Robert A. Heinlein
    “الطيبة وحدها لا تكفي. لا بد من حكمة باردة قاسية للطيبة كي تحقق الخير. الطيبة بلا حكمة تؤدي حتما إلى الشر.”
    Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

  • #23
    Ovid
    “Даже когато цари мир, хората треперят от страх пред войната.”
    Ovid

  • #24
    David Foster Wallace
    “Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the A.M. heat: shattercane, lambsquarter, cutgrass, saw brier, nutgrass, jimson-weed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping Charlie, butterprint, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads nodding in a soft morning breeze like a mother’s hand on your check. An arrow of starlings fired from the windbreak’s thatch. The glitter of dew that stays where it is and steams all day. A Sunflower, four more one bowed, and horses in the distance standing rigid as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business. Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and schist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembling, shapeless. We are all of us brothers.”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #25
    Daphne du Maurier
    “We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and like all dreamers, asleep to the waking world. Disliking our fellow men, we craved affection; but shyness kept impulse dormant until the heart was touched. When that happened the heavens opened, and we felt, the pair of us, that we have the whole wealth of the universe to give. We would have both survived, had we been other men.”
    Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel

  • #26
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Oh sky, without me, do not change,
    Oh moon, without me, do not shine;
    Oh earth, without me, do not grow,
    Oh time, without me, do not go.

    ...Oh, you cannot go, without me.”
    Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi



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