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  • #1
    Lewis Carroll
    “Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #2
    Lewis Carroll
    “But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
    "Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
    "How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
    "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #3
    Lewis Carroll
    “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
    "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
    "I don't much care where –"
    "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
    Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.
    Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #5
    Virginia Woolf
    “I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #6
    Beatrix Potter
    “There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they'll take you.”
    Beatrix Potter

  • #7
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
    “The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • #8
    Allen Ginsberg
    “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.”
    Allen Ginsberg, Howl, Kaddish and Other Poems

  • #9
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
    “You're something between a dream and a miracle.”
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  • #10
    Aphra Behn
    “That perfect tranquility of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.”
    Aphra Behn, The Lucky Chance

  • #11
    “Most people say about graveyards: "Oh, it's just a bunch of dead people. It's creepy." But for me, there's an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.”
    Tim Burton

  • #12
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “You must never behave as if your life belongs to a man. Do you hear me?” Aunty Ifeka said. “Your life belongs to you and you alone.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun

  • #13
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
    “The only reason you say that race was not an issue is because you wish it was not. We all wish it was not. But it’s a lie. I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America. When you are black in America and you fall in love with a white person, race doesn’t matter when you’re alone together because it’s just you and your love. But the minute you step outside, race matters. But we don’t talk about it. We don’t even tell our white partners the small things that piss us off and the things we wish they understood better, because we’re worried they will say we’re overreacting, or we’re being too sensitive. And we don’t want them to say, Look how far we’ve come, just forty years ago it would have been illegal for us to even be a couple blah blah blah, because you know what we’re thinking when they say that? We’re thinking why the fuck should it ever have been illegal anyway? But we don’t say any of this stuff. We let it pile up inside our heads and when we come to nice liberal dinners like this, we say that race doesn’t matter because that’s what we’re supposed to say, to keep our nice liberal friends comfortable. It’s true. I speak from experience.”
    Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

  • #14
    Michael Cunningham
    “You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
    Michael Cunningham, The Hours

  • #15
    Virginia Woolf
    “Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #16
    Virginia Woolf
    “As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #17
    Virginia Woolf
    “Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #18
    Virginia Woolf
    “I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #19
    Virginia Woolf
    “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #20
    Virginia Woolf
    “All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #21
    Virginia Woolf
    “I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.”
    Virginia Woolf

  • #22
    Virginia Woolf
    “The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.”
    Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

  • #23
    Virginia Woolf
    “Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
    Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #25
    Virginia Woolf
    “She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.”
    Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #27
    Virginia Woolf
    “He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.”
    Virginia Woolf, Orlando

  • #29
    Emily Dickinson
    “This is my letter to the world
    That never wrote to me”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #30
    Emily Dickinson
    “How happy is the little stone
    That rambles in the road alone,
    And doesn't care about careers,
    And exigencies never fears;
    Whose coat of elemental brown
    A passing universe put on;
    And independent as the sun,
    Associates or glows alone,
    Fulfilling absolute decree
    In casual simplicity.”
    Emily Dickinson



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