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  • #1
    Nancy Omeara
    “Convincing all nations in the civilized world to agree that any investments into these corporations should be tax-free was not an easy task. Tea with the Queen didn’t quite cut it. Saki with the Japanese Prime Minister was pleasant, but not quite enough. We had to offer major trade concessions to our partner nations to bring them to the negotiating table. In retrospect, it was a small price to pay. The talks earned me the title of “The Great Negotiator.” I didn't mind.”
    Nancy Omeara, The Most Popular President Who Ever Lived [So Far]

  • #2
    Rebecca Rosenberg
    “Did I think about their welfare with this decision? Admittedly not. And look where my selfishness got me.”
    Rebecca Rosenberg, Madame Pommery, Creator of Brut Champagne

  • #3
    Andri E. Elia
    “Is it still a fish cart when there’s no fish in it? When its false bottom is filled with children?”
    Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

  • #4
    Frank  Lambert
    “Slink sniffed the air. “There’s a hint of demon in the air,” he said, “and something else. Dead flesh that continues to walk. That can mean only one thing. The Cult have been here.”
    Frank Lambert, Ghost Doors

  • #5
    Sara Pascoe
    “She peeped through one of the small holes in the outer wall rising up from the walkway. The world on the outside was nothing but countryside now. Dirt roads, like chocolate ribbons, disappeared into woods or green fields in the distance.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #6
    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

  • #7
    John Rachel
    “Even adults who were stiffened by the starch of their miserable lives, for whom breaking the stony discipline of austere and judgmental intolerance was usually off the table, melted in the magical luminescence and energetic charm of the pre-pubescent Ruka.”
    John Rachel, Love Connection: Romance in the Land of the Rising Sun

  • #8
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “You think I'm playing at some game? You think iron will keep you safe? Hear my words, manling. Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath. Listen. You cannot hurt me. You cannot run or hide. In this I will not be defied.

    I swear by all the salt in me: if you run counter to my desire, the remainder of your brief mortal span will be an orchestra of misery.

    I swear by stone and oak and elm: I'll make a game of you. I'll follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You'll never know a woman's touch, a breath of rest, a moment's peace of mind.

    And I swear by the night sky and the ever-moving moon: if you lead my master to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a muddy puddle. I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance. You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons. There is only my kind. You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me. -Bast”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

  • #9
    James Joyce
    “Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.”
    James Joyce

  • #10
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Nonetheless, I felt like I knew him well enough so that we did not have to do much talking. From the very beginning I had felt a definite contact with Yeoman, a kind of tenuous understanding that talk is pretty cheap in this league and that a man who knew what he was after had damn little time to find it, much less to sit back and explain himself.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72

  • #11
    Herman Wouk
    “smoochers....Blob after blob after blob...squirming in the dark is a clever night's work....When they're all being shoved by body chemicals through a mindless mechanical process, like so many pairs of stuck-together frogs.”
    Herman Wouk

  • #12
    John Hersey
    “It seems logical that he who supports total war in principle cannot complain of a war against civilians. The crux of the matter is whether total war in its present form is justifiable, even when it serves a just purpose.”
    John Hersey, Hiroshima

  • #13
    Christopher Hitchens
    “It's [Los Angeles] mostly full of nonsense and delusion and egomania. They think they'll be young and beautiful forever, even though most of them aren't even young and beautiful now.”
    Christopher Hitchens

  • #14
    Max Nowaz
    “A magic Adam never knew existed, yet he must somehow control it to survive.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #15
    S.E. Hinton
    “Ponyboy, I asked the nurse to give you this book so you could finish it. The doctor came in a while ago but I knew anyway. I keep getting tireder and tireder. Listen, I don't mind dying now. It’s worth it. It’s worth saving those kids. Their lives are worth more then mine, they have more to live for. Some of their parents came by to thank me and I know it was worth it. Tell Dally it’s worth it. I'm just going to miss you guys. I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it’s a good way to be. I want you to tell Dally to look at one. He’ll probably think you're crazy but ask for me. I don't think he's ever really seen a sunset. And don't be so bugged over being a greaser. You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.
    Your buddy,

    Johnny”
    S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

  • #16
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
    L.M. Montgomery

  • #17
    “He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

  • #18
    Olive Ann Burns
    “I don’t know a soul who couldn’t see a fool jest by lookin’ in the glass. I been one myself, once’t or twice’t. So hesh up now. Cryin’ ain’t go’n do no good.”
    Olive Ann Burns, Cold Sassy Tree

  • #19
    “Various large trees— willowy peppers and especially the pines—seem to be reaching down to hold your hand.”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #20
    “I remember Peyton [Manning] called me as soon as I got out to Denver. He started the conversation by asking me, ‘When did you get in?’ We mainly just talked to get familiar with each other.”
    Vernon Davis, Playing Ball: Life Lessons from My Journey to the Super Bowl and Beyond

  • #21
    Sara Pascoe
    “Like water around rocks, people streamed around them as though this sort of interaction, noisy and involving foreigners, was nothing unusual.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #22
    J. Rose Black
    “Callan sucked in a breath. As a sniper, he’d been trained by the Marines to know and recognize moments. 

    Moments when all the training—his focused mind, muscle memory, weapon knowledge . . . 

    When all the preparation—target reconnaissance, angle of attack, position scouting . . . 

    When all the setup—hidden amid the terrain, barrel aimed, trajectory known . . . 

    When everything came together in one crucial moment—when the sniper squeezed the trigger and took his shot.”
    J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

  • #23
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Von Trotha said, “The Wahehe are a tribe of about one quarter of a million people! On the 17th of August 1891, they defeated the German expedition against them which was led by Zeleski.”
    Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

  • #24
    Steven Decker
    “Emily kept telling herself this was inevitable, that it was why she’d come to Ireland: to see what her dreams led to. But seeing the man caused goosebumps to rise up on her skin, as if she were seeing a ghost. Her extremities began to tingle, and she felt the blood draining from her face.”
    Steven Decker, Projector for Sale

  • #25
    “The wilderness is uncomfortable, pushes your limits and is unavoidable.”
    Kathryn Krick, The Secret of the Anointing: Accessing the Power of God to Walk in Miracles

  • #26
    Lotchie Burton
    “He reached for one of her fidgeting hands, grasping hold. Her eyes met his then faltered, lowered and grazed over his damaged skin. Her gaze burning nearly as deep as the wounds.”
    Lotchie Burton, Gabriel's Fire

  • #27
    “Consider and then act, don't react. A worthy opponent will calculate his move to entice a response from you. Make your own play.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #28
    Philip K. Dick
    “Whatever you fear will happen to you, booze will make it happen.”
    Philip K. Dick, Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
    tags: booze

  • #29
    Jean M. Auel
    “Works of art were not just the finished product, but the thought, the action, the process that created them.”
    Jean M. Auel, The Mammoth Hunters

  • #30
    Malorie Blackman
    “The single yellow diamond stud he wore in his left ear twinkled like a giggle in the morning sunlight.”
    Malorie Blackman, Double Cross



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