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  • #1
    “The blast of hot air lifted Tazeem from his feet and threw him onto his back in the road. He blinked up into the night sky; raindrops glowed orange as they fell towards the earth.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

  • #2
    “When those we care about are weakest, that’s when we must be strong for them.”
    A.G. Russo, The Cases Nobody Wanted

  • #3
    Gary Clemenceau
    “The Green Judges, most of them decidedly miffed, grumbled out one by one, though I got a wink and a thumbsup from Washington.”
    Gary Clemenceau, Banker's Holiday: A Novel of Fiscal Irregularity

  • #4
    Don Hynes
    “Daring to raise my eyes,
    I call out, a bird-like sound,
    giving myself to this day,
    abandoning desire
    for all except you.”
    Don Hynes, Something Will Change Me: Poems of Soul and Spirit

  • #5
    Todor Bombov
    “While an elderly man in his mid-eighties looks curiously at a porno site, his grandson asks him from afar, “‘What are you reading, grandpa?’” “‘It’s history, my boy.’” “The grandson comes nearer and exclaims, “‘But this is a porno site, grandpa, naked chicks, sex . . . a lot of sex!’” “‘Well, it’s sex for you, my son, but for me it’s history,’ the old man says with a sigh.” All of people in the cabin burst into laughter. “A stale joke, but a cool one,” added William More, the man who just told the joke. The navigator skillfully guided the flying disc among the dense orange-yellow blanket of clouds in the upper atmosphere that they had just entered. Some of the clouds were touched with a brownish hue at the edges. The rest of the pilots gazed curiously and intently outwards while taking their seats. The flying saucer descended slowly, the navigator’s actions exhibiting confidence. He glanced over at the readings on the monitors below the transparent console: Atmosphere: Dense, 370 miles thick, 98.4% nitrogen, 1.4% methane Temperature on the surface: ‒179°C / ‒290°F Density: 1.88 g/cm³ Gravity: 86% of Earth’s Diameter of the cosmic body: 3200 miles / 5150 km.”
    Todor Bombov, Homo Cosmicus 2: Titan: A Science Fiction Novel

  • #6
    Graham Pryor
    “Oh,” answered the vet, “I’m Francis, or—” He rapped his knuckle against his temple. “Perhaps I should say Frances.”
    “You just did,” said Shaggy, who’d already been wondering if there was something wrong with this human, he had dark lines around his eyes that looked as though they had been painted on, and his lips were a bright shade of pink.”
    Graham Pryor, Cerberus

  • #7
    “When you expect torture, kindness is more dangerous.”
    D.L. Maddox, The Dog Walker: The Prequel

  • #8
    “For your information, Dolores, Rudi gave me full leave to do what I think is best for our children.”
    Dorlies von Kaphengst Meissner Rasmussen, Escaping the Russian Onslaught: A Family’s Story of Fleeing the Russian Army after Hitler’s Nazi Regime

  • #9
    Gabriel F.W. Koch
    “The created a displacement devise that separated solids into fragmented molecules.”
    Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

  • #10
    Max Nowaz
    “It was amazing how a crisis could concentrate some minds while others went to pieces. Things had gone disastrously wrong in the last few days for Adam. His only worry before finding the book had been how to keep his girlfriend Linda without marrying her in the process. A contest he had lost.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #11
    James   McBride
    “This is what happens when a boy becomes a man. You get stupider.”
    James McBride, The Good Lord Bird

  • #12
    Dalton Trumbo
    “But he would like to feel that he was breathing the same air she breathed that he was in the same country she was in.”
    Dalton Trumbo, Johnny Got His Gun

  • #13
    Herman Melville
    “Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way? Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color; and at the same time the concrete of all colors; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows- a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink? And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues — every stately or lovely emblazoning — the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge — pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him. And of all these things the Albino whale was the symbol. Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt?”
    Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

  • #14
    Agatha Christie
    “Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture.
    Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.”
    Agatha Christie

  • #15
    Rachel Carson
    “We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road--the one less traveled by--offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.”
    Rachel Carson, Silent Spring



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