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  • #1
    Michael              Parker
    “That’s the second time you’ve apologised in less than a minute, Remo. When you have to do that to an admiral it could be your career on the line.”
    Michael Parker, The Devil's Trinity

  • #2
    Therisa Peimer
    “Aurelia was just about to take a sip of a mimosa when Mother Guardian snatched the flute away and promptly downed the drink in one gulp. Burping unashamedly, she said, "We can't have the validity of the marriage contracts jeopardized because the bride got rat-assed on her wedding day.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #3
    “I gave up on any hope of redemption long ago. Hell, at this point I’m simply waiting to die. So, leave before you waste any more of your time. I can’t and frankly don’t deserve to help you… 
”
    Cade Mengler, The Companions

  • #4
    Andri E. Elia
    “When you call a ghetto a cordon, does it become a village?”
    Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

  • #5
    “I'm the biggest critic of my own work, but sometimes you nail a chapter so good that you have to take a step back and admire that bitch.”
    R.D. Ronald

  • #6
    Michael Wyndham Thomas
    “One thing, though, was for sure – here I was, alive, healthy but as unquiet in my way as they were in theirs. Transcendent equality. You’ve got to love it.”
    Michael Wyndham Thomas, The Erkeley Shadows

  • #7
    Sara Pascoe
    “What’s “ague?”‘ Raya asked.
    ‘Malaria.’ Oscar said.
    ‘Oh, great.’
    ‘Hey, you want plague? They got that too.’ Raya ignored
    the cat.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #8
    Ovid
    “And now the measure of my song is done:
    The work has reached its end; the book is mine,
    None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove,
    Nor war, nor fire, nor flood,
    Nor venomous time that eats our lives away.
    Then let that morning come, as come it will,
    When this disguise I carry shall be no more,
    And all the treacherous years of life undone,
    And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music,
    The deathless music of the circling stars.
    As long as Rome is the Eternal City
    These lines shall echo from the lips of men,
    As long as poetry speaks truth on earth,
    That immortality is mine to wear.”
    Ovid, Metamorphoses

  • #9
    Louis de Bernières
    “Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.”
    Louis de Bernières, Corelli’s Mandolin

  • #10
    Dave Cullen
    “Eric dubbed his pranks “the missions.” As they got under way, he ruminated about misfit geniuses in American society. He didn’t like what he saw. Eric was a voracious reader, and he had just gobbled up John Steinbeck’s The Pastures of Heaven, which includes a fable about the idiot savant Tularecito. The young boy had extraordinary gifts that allowed him to see a world his peers couldn’t even imagine—exactly how Eric was coming to view himself, though without Tularecito’s mental shortcomings. Tularecito’s peers failed to see his gifts and treated him badly. Tularecito struck back violently, killing one of his antagonists. He was imprisoned for life in an insane asylum. Eric did not approve. “Tularecito did not deserve to be put away,” he wrote in a book report. “He just needed to be taught to control his anger. Society needs to treat extremely talented people like Tularecito much better.” All they needed was more time, Eric argued—gifted misfits could be taught what was right and wrong, what was acceptable to society. “Love and care is the only way,” he said.”
    Dave Cullen, Columbine

  • #11
    Katherine Dunn
    “I wonder, for example, if the twins’ piano training had given them the Tomaini brand of dexterity with hand jobs? Could a non-musician learn it? Could I?

    Children stumble through these most critical acts with no real help from the elders who are so anxious to teach them everything else. We were given rules and taboos for the toilet, the sneeze, the eating of an artichoke. Papa taught us all a particular brush stroke for cleaning our teeth, a special angle for the pen in our hand, the exact words for greeting elders, with fine-tuned distinctions for male, female, show folk, customers, or tradesmen. The twins and Arty were taught to design an act, whether it lasted three minutes or thirty, to tease, coax, and startle a crowd, to build to crescendo and then disappear in the instant of climax. From what I have come to understand of life, this show skill, this talk-’em, sock-’em, knock-’em-flat information, is as close as we got to that ultimate mystery. I throw death aside. Death is not mysterious. We all understand death far too well and spend chunks of life resisting, ignoring, or explaining away that knowledge.

    But this real mystery I have never touched, never scratched. I’ve seen the tigers with their jaws wide, their fangs buried in each other’s throats, and their shadowed hides sizzling, tip to tip. I’ve seen the young norms tangled and gasping in the shadows between booths. I suspect that, even if I had begun as a norm, the saw-toothed yearning that whirls in me would bend me and spin me colorless, shrink me, scorch every hair from my body, and all invisibly so only my red eyes would blink out glimpses of the furnace thing inside. In fact, I smell the stench of longing so clearly in the streets that I’m surprised there are not hundreds exactly like me on every corner.”
    Katherine Dunn, Geek Love

  • #12
    Terry Pratchett
    “Insanity is catching.”
    Terry Pratchett, Making Money

  • #13
    J.D. Salinger
    “People always clap for the wrong reasons.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #14
    Susan  Rowland
    “Falconers,” she continued, sternly. “Pull yourselves together. People are dying. The police don’t have the family history to solve murders forty years apart.”
    Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

  • #15
    Sherman Kennon
    “Each moment embrace or more so cherish. As gentle the wind blows,” “wrap yourself within its flow.”
    Sherman Kennon, Whisk Of Dust: Too Unseen Distance

  • #16
    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

  • #17
    Adam Scott Huerta
    “Imagine there’s no Sadness, it’s easy if you try…” whoever sings, John something.  “Nothing white inside us, around us only DIE… Imagine all the Shells, Loving everyday—“ ”
    Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black

  • #18
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine
    “There is no father,’ he said eventually, ‘And I believe you’re running away from something. You’re a lovely woman trying to hold it all together but it’s too much for you. You think I’m a stupid old man who doesn’t care what he looks like and sits here day after day with nothing to do. And doesn’t notice anything. But you don’t know what’s here inside …’ he laid his arm across his chest, ‘My soul and my heart and my mind. There is so much in here it’s bursting and roving around the world like a lost soul with no home, endlessly looking and searching. I feel the mystery, I sense the mysteries – and the endless joy and the wonder and incredible beauty of the world and the pain and the cruelty. You feel all this too Sarah, but you pretend you’re a shallow woman with some sort of story, and underneath you think about … many things. Which of my books are you itching to get your hands on, huh? And you’re carrying the pain around with you, and something has just happened, and you are worried and, something has happened in the last few minutes and it’s all more than you can bear, and you need to tell me, yes me, Samuel. I am so much more than you think I am, and I can understand, and I can help.’ Ruby looked up startled and their eyes met. ‘I am so tired,’ she said, ‘Yes, you are right. I am so very tired of it all.' ”
    Elizabeth Tebby Germaine, A MAN WHO SEEMED REAL: A story of love, lies, fear and kindness

  • #19
    Raz Mihal
    “What is written in my destiny, it will happen anyway.”
    Raz Mihal, Just Love Her

  • #20
    “But when people talk about it they call it The Zombie Room.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

  • #21
    Miguel Ruiz
    “Maybe we cannot escape from the destiny of the human, but we have a choice: to suffer our destiny or to enjoy our destiny.”
    Don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom

  • #22
    Mary Ann Shaffer
    “stone”
    Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

  • #23
    Haruki Murakami
    “Find me now. Before someone else does.”
    Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

  • #24
    “Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #25
    Ellen Raskin
    “Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.”
    Ellen Raskin, The Westing Game

  • #26
    Dorothy Allison
    “Behind the story I tell is the one I don't.

    Behind the story you hear is the one I wish I could make you hear.

    Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence.”
    Dorothy Allison, Two or Three Things I Know for Sure



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