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  • #1
    “. . . you know who Polworth is?"

    "Your best mate," said Robin.

    "He's my oldest mate," Strike corrected her. "My best mate . . . "

    For a split second he wondered whether he was going to say it, but the whisky had lifted the guard he usually kept upon himself: why not say it, why not let go?

    " . . . is you."

    Robin was so amazed, she couldn't speak. Never, in four years, had Strike come close to telling her what she was to him. Fondness had had to be deduced from offhand comments, small kindnesses, awkward silences or gestures forced from him under stress. She'd only once before felt as she did now, and the unexpected gift that had engendered the feeling had been a sapphire and diamond ring, which she'd left behind when she walked out on the man who'd given it to her.

    She wanted to make some kind of return, but for a moment or two, her throat felt too constricted.

    "I . . . well, the feeling's mutual," she said, trying not to sound too happy.”
    Robert Galbraith, Troubled Blood

  • #2
    Victoria Schwab
    Don't you remember, she told him then, when you were nothing but shadow and smoke?
    Darling, he'd said in his soft, rich way, I was the night itself.
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #3
    Philip Pullman
    “You speak of destiny as if it was fixed.”
    Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

  • #4
    J.K. Rowling
    “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #5
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “I think we ought to live happily ever after.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #6
    Diana Wynne Jones
    “My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.”
    Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

  • #7
    Charlotte Brontë
    “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #8
    Andy Weir
    “I penetrated the outer cell membrane with a nanosyringe."
    "You poked it with a stick?"
    "No!" I said. "Well. Yes. But it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.”
    Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

  • #9
    Andy Weir
    “He puts his claw against the divider. “Fist my bump.”

    “Fist-bump. It’s just ‘fist-bump.’”

    “Understand.”
    Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

  • #10
    Lewis Carroll
    “It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
    Lewis Carroll

  • #11
    Lewis Carroll
    “She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it).”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #12
    Lewis Carroll
    “Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #13
    Lewis Carroll
    “Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #14
    Lewis Carroll
    “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

  • #15
    Lewis Carroll
    “If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

  • #16
    Lewis Carroll
    “How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

  • #17
    Lewis Carroll
    “Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?”

    The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?”

    “I don’t know,” Alice answered.

    “Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

  • #18
    Philip Pullman
    “I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they wont' just be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we'll be joined so tight...”
    Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials - The Trilogy: The Golden Compass / The Subtle Knife / The Amber Spyglass

  • #19
    Victoria Schwab
    “Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives--or to find strength in a very long one.”
    V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

  • #20
    R.F. Kuang
    “You asked how large my sorrow is. And I answered, like a river in spring flowing east.”
    R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #22
    Sally Rooney
    “He has sincerely wanted to die, but he has never sincerely wanted Marianne to forget about him. That’s the only part of himself he wants to protect, the part that exists inside her. ”
    Sally Rooney, Normal People



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