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  • #1
    Therisa Peimer
    “Her unexpected outburst rocked Flaminius to his core. Suddenly, she didn't seem so angelic. Her face twisted with rage; veins in her neck throbbed with fury in a scene all too familiar. Her reaction switched him off to her instantly as all his worst fears came to life.”
    Therisa Peimer, Taming Flame

  • #2
    Sara Pascoe
    “The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
    Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For

  • #3
    James Frey
    “You want worship for what? For what you give? For how you treat us? For what you allow to happen? For the hatred that exists that you don’t stop? For the violence that you don’t stop? For the death that you don’t stop? Man killing man killing women killing children that you don’t stop. And you want worship? You want us on our knees? You want devotion? You want exaltation? You want faith? A crown of thorns pressed into the skull bleeding at the tips.”
    James Frey, Bright Shiny Morning

  • #4
    Walter Farley
    “Antago”
    Walter Farley, The Island Stallion's Fury

  • #5
    Joseph Conrad
    “His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.”
    Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

  • #6
    Angie Thomas
    “What is Tumblr anyway? Is it like Facebook?"
    "No, and you're forbidden to get one. No parents allowed. You guys already took over Facebook.”
    Angie Thomas, The Hate U Give

  • #7
    Jean-Paul Sartre
    “وكان الأبطال يكافؤون ويكرمون ويعجب بهم ويتلقون المال.وكانت الفتاه تقع في حب المستكشف الذي أنقذ حياتها,وكل شيء كان ينتهي بالزواج .لقد استنتجت من هذه المجلات ومن هذه الكتب ..خيالي المستقر في أعماقي وهو التفاءل”
    جان بول سارتر, الكلمات

  • #8
    Oliver Sacks
    “What is more important for us, at an elemental level, than the control, the owning and operation, of our own physical selves? And yet it is so automatic, so familiar, we never give it a thought.”
    Oliver Sacks, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat



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