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  • #1
    Bonnie Burstow
    “Often father and daughter look down on mother (woman) together. They exchange meaningful glances when she misses a point. They agree that she is not bright as they are, cannot reason as they do. This collusion does not save the daughter from the mother’s fate.”
    Bonnie Burstow, Radical Feminist Therapy: Working in the Context of Violence

  • #2
    J.K. Rowling
    “The truth." Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #3
    J.K. Rowling
    “Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?"
    "Yes," said Harry stiffly.
    "Yes, sir."
    "There's no need to call me "sir" Professor."
    The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

  • #4
    Sarah J. Maas
    “To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys."
    Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”
    Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

  • #5
    Rick Riordan
    “Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."
    Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"
    Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?"
    "Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."
    Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom."
    ...
    I started cracking up, and Thalia and Grover joined in, while Zoe just looked at me. "I do not understand."
    "I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said.
    "And..." Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam t-shirt.”
    Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

  • #6
    J.K. Rowling
    “You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!"
    "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

  • #7
    John Green
    “May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

    I smiled. "Sure."

    "Tomorrow?" he asked.

    "Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

    "Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

    "You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

    "But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

    "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

    He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #8
    Sarah J. Maas
    “You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
    Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

  • #9
    John Green
    “What the hell is that?" I laughed.
    "It's my fox hat."
    "Your fox hat?"
    "Yeah, Pudge. My fox hat."
    "Why are you wearing your fox hat?" I asked.
    "Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.”
    John Green, Looking for Alaska

  • #10
    Stephen Chbosky
    “Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Chops"
    because that was the name of his dog

    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all the kids to the zoo

    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    Valentine signed with a row of X's

    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it

    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Autumn"

    because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of its new paint

    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed

    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    his mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his father got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.


    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that's what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A

    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle's Creed went

    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her

    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly

    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem

    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
    Because that's what it was really all about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn't think

    he could reach the kitchen.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #11
    Oscar Wilde
    “All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

  • #12
    Greta Gerwig
    “Just because my dreams are different than yours, it doesn't mean they're unimportant.”
    Greta Gerwig, Little Women: The Screenplay

  • #13
    Fredrik Backman
    “Our hearts are bars of soap that we keep losing hold of; the moment we relax, they drift off and fall in love and get broken, all in the wink of an eye. We're not in control.”
    Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

  • #14
    Albert Camus
    “Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
    Albert Camus



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