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  • #1
    “Water is to India as blood is to the body, with the many rivers functioning as arteries – the Ganges being the aorta – and the monsoon timelessly arriving as a much-needed annual blood transfusion.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #2
    Max Nowaz
    “Where’s everybody? I thought you had started production.”
“They’ve got a day off, but don’t worry you’ll see the machinery is here.”
But Brown was worried. As they entered the canteen, the lights came on
automatically. There was nobody there.
“What’s going…...” but he never finished the sentence. Brown felt a sharp pain on the
side of his head and everything went black.”
    Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

  • #3
    C. Toni Graham
    “Toni's Talk: When you invest in yourself, you have instant credibility with your biggest critic...you! As soon as you let doubt creep in---you lose that investment. Make a daily commitment to assess your worth with positive affirmations and watch your investment grow.”
    C.Toni Graham

  • #4
    Stephen Douglass
    I'm Losing Faith in My Favorite Country

    Throughout my life, the United States has been my favorite country, save and except for Canada, where I was born, raised, educated, and still live for six months each year. As a child growing up in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada, I aggressively bought and saved baseball cards of American and National League players, spent hours watching snowy images of American baseball and football games on black and white television and longed for the day when I could travel to that great country. Every Saturday afternoon, me and the boys would pay twelve cents to go the show and watch U.S. made movies, and particularly, the Superman serial. Then I got my chance. My father, who worked for B.F. Goodrich, took my brother and me to watch the Cleveland Indians play baseball in the Mistake on the Lake in Cleveland. At last I had made it to the big time. I thought it was an amazing stadium and it was certainly not a mistake. Amazingly, the Americans thought we were Americans.

    I loved the United States, and everything about the country: its people, its movies, its comic books, its sports, and a great deal more. The country was alive and growing. No, exploding. It was the golden age of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The American dream was alive and well, but demanded hard work, honesty, and frugality. Everyone understood that. Even the politicians.

    Then everything changed.”
    Stephen Douglass

  • #5
    Brian Selznick
    “Y entonces pienso que, si el mundo es un gran mecanismo, tiene que haber alguna razón para que yo esté en él.”
    Brian Selznick, The Invention of Hugo Cabret

  • #6
    Euripides
    “Young man,
    two are the forces most precious to mankind.
    The first is Demeter, the Goddess.
    She is the Earth -- or any name you wish to call her --
    and she sustains humanity with solid food.
    Next came Dionysus, the son of the virgin,
    bringing the counterpart to bread: wine
    and the blessings of life's flowing juices.
    His blood, the blood of the grape,
    lightens the burden of our mortal misery.
    Though himself a God, it is his blood we pour out
    to offer thanks to the Gods. And through him, we are blessed.”
    Euripides, The Bacchae

  • #7
    Bev Stout
    “He glared at her. "Aye, and you shall be the best cabin boy I have ever had or I will feed you to the sharks. Savvy?" He turned and stomped back to the
    ship”
    Bev Stout, Secrets of the Realm

  • #8
    James Herriot
    “mind. So much for Herriot as a judge of character. I couldn’t have been more wrong, but Paul had fought his secret battle with a courage which had deceived everybody.”
    James Herriot, All Creatures Great and Small / All Things Bright and Beautiful / All Things Wise and Wonderful: Three James Herriot Classics

  • #9
    K.  Ritz
    “Snake Street is an area I should avoid. Yet that night I was drawn there as surely as if I had an appointment. 
    The Snake House is shabby on the outside to hide the wealth within. Everyone knows of the wealth, but facades, like the park’s wall, must be maintained. A lantern hung from the porch eaves. A sign, written in Utte, read ‘Kinship of the Serpent’. I stared at that sign, at that porch, at the door with its twisted handle, and wondered what the people inside would do if I entered. Would they remember me? Greet me as Kin? Or drive me out and curse me for faking my death?  Worse, would they expect me to redon the life I’ve shed? Staring at that sign, I pissed in the street like the Mearan savage I’ve become.
    As I started to leave, I saw a woman sitting in the gutter. Her lamp attracted me. A memsa’s lamp, three tiny flames to signify the Holy Trinity of Faith, Purity, and Knowledge.  The woman wasn’t a memsa. Her young face was bruised and a gash on her throat had bloodied her clothing. Had she not been calmly assessing me, I would have believed the wound to be mortal. I offered her a copper. 
    She refused, “I take naught for naught,” and began to remove trinkets from a cloth bag, displaying them for sale.
    Her Utte accent had been enough to earn my coin. But to assuage her pride I commented on each of her worthless treasures, fighting the urge to speak Utte. (I spoke Universal with the accent of an upper class Mearan though I wondered if she had seen me wetting the cobblestones like a shameless commoner.) After she had arranged her wares, she looked up at me. “What do you desire, O Noble Born?”
    I laughed, certain now that she had seen my act in front of the Snake House and, letting my accent match the coarseness of my dress, I again offered the copper.
     “Nay, Noble One. You must choose.” She lifted a strand of red beads. “These to adorn your lady’s bosom?”
                I shook my head. I wanted her lamp. But to steal the light from this woman ... I couldn’t ask for it. She reached into her bag once more and withdrew a book, leather-bound, the pages gilded on the edges. “Be this worthy of desire, Noble Born?”
     I stood stunned a moment, then touched the crescent stamped into the leather and asked if she’d stolen the book. She denied it. I’ve had the Training; she spoke truth. Yet how could she have come by a book bearing the Royal Seal of the Haesyl Line? I opened it. The pages were blank.
    “Take it,” she urged. “Record your deeds for study. Lo, the steps of your life mark the journey of your soul.”
      I told her I couldn’t afford the book, but she smiled as if poverty were a blessing and said, “The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”
      So I bought this journal. I hide it under my mattress. When I lie awake at night, I feel the journal beneath my back and think of the woman who sold it to me. Damn her. She plagues my soul. I promised to return the next night, but I didn’t. I promised to record my deeds. But I can’t. The price is too high.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #10
    Max Nowaz
    “You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.”
    Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

  • #11
    Mark Twain
    “Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts or happenings. It consist mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever flowing through one's head.”
    Mark Twain

  • #12
    Annie Proulx
    “69 boreal”
    Annie Proulx, Barkskins

  • #13
    Michael Ende
    “As they advanced (towards the fountain) one after another of Bastian's Fastastican gifts fell away from him. The strong, handsome, fearless hero became the small, fat, timid boy.
    (...)
    But then he jumped into the crystal-clear water... He drank till his thrist was quenched. And joy filled him from head to foot, the joy of living and the joy of being himself. He was new born. And the best part of it was that he was now the very person he wanted to be. If he had been free to choose, he would have chosen to be no one else.”
    Michael Ende, The Neverending Story

  • #14
    Eric Schlosser
    “And a thought occurred to me: the walls of the penitentiary guarding this pacifist were taller and more impenetrable than any of the fences at Y-12.”
    Eric Schlosser, Gods of Metal

  • #15
    Alan Brennert
    “Unemployment in America became, almost overnight, a thing of the past as the Federal government pumped billions of dollars into defense.”
    Alan Brennert, Palisades Park

  • #16
    Marissa Meyer
    “Ze'ev failed to mention he was in love with you." Scarlet could feel her cheeks turning as red as her hair.
    Thorne muttered, "How could you not tell?" Cinder kicked him.”
    Marissa Meyer, Winter

  • #17
    “Better than a thousand sayings
    Made up of useless words
    Is one word of meaning
    Which calms you to hear it.”
    Anonymous, The Dhammapada

  • #18
    Dan Simmons
    “Human art, Mahnmut knew, simply transcended human beings.”
    Dan Simmons, Ilium

  • #19
    Graham Greene
    “All good novelists have bad memories.”
    Graham Greene

  • #20
    Barack Obama
    “Mainly, though, the Democratic Party has become the party of reaction. In reaction to a war that is ill conceived, we appear suspicious of all military action. In reaction to those who proclaim the market can cure all ills, we resist efforts to use market principles to tackle pressing problems. In reaction to religious overreach, we equate tolerance with secularism, and forfeit the moral language that would help infuse our policies with a larger meaning. We lose elections and hope for the courts to foil Republican plans. We lost the courts and wait for a White House scandal.
    And increasingly we feel the need to match the Republican right in stridency and hardball tactics. The accepted wisdom that drives many advocacy groups and Democratic activists these days goes like this: The Republican Party has been able to consistently win elections not by expanding its base but by vilifying Democrats, driving wedges into the electorate, energizing its right wing, and disciplining those who stray from the party line. If the Democrats ever want to get back into power, then they will have to take up the same approach.
    ...Ultimately, though, I believe any attempt by Democrats to pursue a more sharply partisan and ideological strategy misapprehends the moment we're in. I am convinced that whenever we exaggerate or demonize, oversimplify or overstate our case, we lose. Whenever we dumb down the political debate, we lose. For it's precisely the pursuit of ideological purity, the rigid orthodoxy and the sheer predictability of our current political debate, that keeps us from finding new ways to meet the challenges we face as a country. It's what keeps us locked in "either/or" thinking: the notion that we can have only big government or no government; the assumption that we must either tolerate forty-six million without health insurance or embrace "socialized medicine". It is such doctrinaire thinking and stark partisanship that have turned Americans off of politics. ”
    Barack Obama, The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream

  • #21
    John Grogan
    “Passeggiare è probabilmente la parola sbagliata. Marley passeggiava come passeggia una locomotiva impazzita. Si buttava in avanti, tirando con forza il guinzaglio fino a strangolarsi. Noi lo strattonavamo indietro; lui ci strattonava avanti. Noi tiravamo; e lui tirava dal'altra parte, tossendo come un fumatore incallito per via del collare che lo strozzava. Virava a destra e a sinistra, lanciandosi verso ogni cassetta della posta e cespuglio, annusando, ansimando , e pisciacchiando, di solito finendo con l'innaffiare se stesso. Ci girava attorno avvolgendo il guinzaglio attorno alle nostre caviglie prima di lanciarsi di nuovo in avanti, facendoci incespicare. Quando qualcuno si avvicinava con un altro cane, Marley gli balzava gioiosamente incontro, impennandosi, tratttenuto dal collare, morendo dalla voglia di fare amicizia. «Si direbbe che ami la vita», commentò un proprietario di cane, ed era vero.”
    John Grogan, Io & Marley

  • #22
    Max Nowaz
    “I’m fucking asking you!” The man stood his ground.
    From the corner of his eye Adam could see the other man getting up from his chair. It was time to go. Adam head-butted the first man who was blocking his way, and then kneed him in the groin for good measure. As the man doubled up, Adam pushed past him.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #23
    “In response to be asked about Boris Johnson becoming UK Prime Minister...

    "I'm delighted. As the UK continues to plunge ever faster into a future akin to a dystopian novel I'll never run out of material to write more books. Although now that reality is more bizarre than fiction maybe plot-lines will need to be more ambitious. Perhaps a book where Boris Johnson is really an accidental sentient snafu of Trump's scrotum lint. Kind of a sequel to the Bush-Blair story. I see musical rights being drawn up as we speak.”
    R.D. Ronald

  • #24
    Sara Pascoe
    “Oo, I like a good cat fight – especially when it doesn’t involve me,’ Oscar said.
    ‘Shut up!’ Bryony and Raya said simultaneously. A hairline crack formed in the ice between them.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #25
    Gabriel F.W. Koch
    “The final sound of the rifle shot bounced around the lake.”
    Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

  • #26
    “Did you see them? When I looked at the soldiers, I felt the British soldiers’ eyes boring into us, and I knew they were intently observing our battle with the two horses and wagon.”
    Dorlies von Kaphengst Meissner Rasmussen, Escaping the Russian Onslaught: A Family’s Story of Fleeing the Russian Army after Hitler’s Nazi Regime

  • #27
    Ashby Jones
    “
It was a letter that described someone’s misfortunes so vividly that the recipient of the letter would feel better about his or her own misfortunes.”
    Ashby Jones, The Little Bird

  • #28
    Robert         Reid
    “Elbeth and Angus embraced and stepped back to exchange the rings. As the two lovers grasped each other’s right hands the rings shone with white intensity, dimmed and then reappeared on each of their left hands. Between their right hands a silver quaich appeared with the Cameron motto shining brightly: Aonaibh Ri Chéile – let us unite – and united they were.
    But then, as the couple lifted the ancient wedding cup to their lips, Munro once again heard Ala Moire’s voice from beyond the grave, and this time it carried a warning. “To your right Alastair, evil stalks here in the shadows!”

    Robert Reid – White Light Red Fire”
    Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

  • #29
    Nathaniel Hawthorne
    “With Heaven above and Faith below, I will yet stand firm against the Devil!”
    Nathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown

  • #30
    Tracy Kidder
    “I think that the rich can always call themselves democratic, but the sick people are not among the rich.” I thought he was done, but he was only pausing for the interpreter to catch up. “Look, I’m very proud to be an American. I have many opportunities because I’m American. I can travel freely throughout the world, I can start projects, but that’s called privilege, not democracy.”
    Tracy Kidder, Mountains Beyond Mountains: The Quest of Dr. Paul Farmer, a Man Who Would Cure the World



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