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  • #1
    Susan  Rowland
    “He says it was tourists being careless, where I see a fiendishly clever murder attempt.”
    “Mr. McCarthy, you’d better explain.”
    “Patrick, please. You’ll be tempted to laugh. It was a banana skin.”
    Susan Rowland, Murder on Family Grounds

  • #2
    K.  Ritz
    “If one does not react to gossip, the informer hushes more quickly.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #3
    Tina Traverse
    “This world we live in is confusing, overwhelming and painful because he has a condition known as autism.”
    Tina Traverse, Forever, Christian

  • #4
    Walter M. Miller Jr.
    “And Satan spoke unto a certain prince, saying: 'Fear not to use the sword, for the wise men have deceived you in saying that the world would be destroyed thereby. Listen not to the counsel of weaklings, for they fear you exceedingly, and they serve your enemies by staying your hand against them. Strike, and know that you shall be king over all.'
    "And the prince did heed the word of Satan, and he summoned all of the wise men of that realm and called upon them to give him counsel as to the ways in which the enemy might be destroyed without bringing down the wrath upon his own kingdom. But most of the wise men said, 'Lord, it is not possible, for your enemies also have the sword which we have given you, and the fieriness of it is as the flame of Hell and as the fury of the sun-star from whence it was kindled.'
    " 'Then thou shalt make me yet another which is yet seven times hotter than Hell itself,' commanded the prince, whose arrogance had come to surpass that of Pharaoh.
    "And many of them said: 'Nay, Lord, ask not this thing of us; for even the smoke of such a fire, if we were to kindle it for thee, would cause many to perish.'
    "Now the prince was angry because of their answer, and he suspected them of betraying him, and he sent his spies among them to tempt them and to challenge them; whereupon the wise men became afraid. Some among them changed their answers, that his wrath be not invoked against them. Three times he asked them, and three times they answered: 'Nay, Lord, even your own people will perish if you do this thing.' But one of the magi was like unto Judas Iscariot, and his testimony was crafty, and having betrayed his brothers, he lied to all the people, advising them not to fear the demon Fallout. The prince heeded this false wise man, whose name was Blackeneth, and he caused spies to accuse many of the magi before the people. Being afraid, the less wise among the magi counseled the prince according t pleasure, saying: "The weapons may be used, only do not
    exceed such-and-such a limit, or all will surely perish.”
    Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

  • #5
    Emmuska Orczy
    “that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying”
    Baroness Emma Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel

  • #6
    Thomas More
    “The clod rejects as too difficult whatever isn't cloddish.”
    Thomas More, Utopia

  • #7
    Justin Cronin
    “They were like a vision, they had slipped into eternity, a zone beyond time. There and not there, a presence unseen but felt, like stars in the daytime sky.”
    Justin Cronin, The Twelve

  • #8
    O. Henry
    “It'll be a great place if they ever finish it.”
    O. Henry

  • #9
    Joseph A. Anderson
    “He falls further into darkness. The stinging pain of daily torture and the numbing cold hardly bother him now, and he relishes the thought that soon he might disappear entirely. Then Lylitte is there in his thoughts again, and the splitting pain brings him back into this life, and again, only one thing eases the torment: winding further out of existence.”
    Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

  • #10
    Todor Bombov
    “Just the class division of society creates two different, two parallel worlds/antipodes in this very society. And this means yet two polar models of behavior in the political life of the society—the democracy of the rich class is in fact a dictatorship for the poor one! In other words, the state is not of people and democracy is not for all.”
    Todor Bombov, Socialism Is Dead! Long Live Socialism!: The Marx Code-Socialism with a Human Face

  • #11
    K.  Ritz
    “Mead.
    O sweet elixir,
    Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
     ”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #12
    Michael G. Kramer
    “Acting Rear Admiral Gillet said, “Captain Scultetus, please try to understand that Britain and Germany are at war! The HMS Armadale Castle has been ordered to wipe the Swakop River Radio station off the map!”
    Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

  • #13
    “by”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #14
    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

  • #15
    “Love Has Neither Time Nor Distance.”
    Alexander Morpheigh, The Pythagorean

  • #16
    JoDee Neathery
    “Through the open drapes behind the nightstand, moonlight pouring through shadowy leaves fell haphazardly on the plastic bag full of shattered memories of his wife. He sat down on the bed, a dark silent gaze spreading over his face. Opening the bag released the flowery scent of licorice and violets—Summer’s signature perfume, Lolita Lempicka. He remembered she always said the aroma reminded her of childhood lullabies, fairies, and magic kingdoms. Matt buried his face in the tattered polo shirt she was wearing that day inhaling the faint trail of his lost love.”
    JoDee Neathery, A Kind of Hush

  • #17
    “My heart felt so heavy that I thought I’d pass out from sadness and grief.”
    Lo Monaco, Fallen in a Dark Uneven Way

  • #18
    “I've learned, my dear—never give your heart away to a man who doesn't want or deserve it.”
    Amanda Adams, The Voyeur's Yacht

  • #19
    Harper Lee
    “When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness sake. But don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion faster than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.”
    Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

  • #20
    David Wroblewski
    “Almondine

    To her, the scent and the memory of him were one. Where it lay strongest, the distant past came to her as if that morning: Taking a dead sparrow from her jaws, before she knew to hide such things. Guiding her to the floor, bending her knee until the arthritis made it stick, his palm hotsided on her ribs to measure her breaths and know where the pain began. And to comfort her. That had been the week before he went away.

    He was gone, she knew this, but something of him clung to the baseboards. At times the floor quivered under his footstep. She stood then and nosed into the kitchen and the bathroom and the bedroom-especially the closet-her intention to press her ruff against his hand, run it along his thigh, feel the heat of his body through the fabric.

    Places, times, weather-all these drew him up inside her. Rain, especially, falling past the double doors of the kennel, where he’d waited through so many storms, each drop throwing a dozen replicas into the air as it struck the waterlogged earth. And where the rising and falling water met, something like an expectation formed, a place where he might appear and pass in long strides, silent and gestureless. For she was not without her own selfish desires: to hold things motionless, to measure herself against them and find herself present, to know that she was alive precisely because he needn’t acknowledge her in casual passing; that utter constancy might prevail if she attended the world so carefully. And if not constancy, then only those changes she desired, not those that sapped her, undefined her.

    And so she searched. She’d watched his casket lowered into the ground, a box, man-made, no more like him than the trees that swayed under the winter wind. To assign him an identity outside the world was not in her thinking. The fence line where he walked and the bed where he slept-that was where he lived, and they remembered him.

    Yet he was gone. She knew it most keenly in the diminishment of her own self. In her life, she’d been nourished and sustained by certain things, him being one of them, Trudy another, and Edgar, the third and most important, but it was really the three of them together, intersecting in her, for each of them powered her heart a different way. Each of them bore different responsibilities to her and with her and required different things from her, and her day was the fulfillment of those responsibilities. She could not imagine that portion of her would never return. With her it was not hope, or wistful thoughts-it was her sense of being alive that thinned by the proportion of her spirit devoted to him.

    "ory of Edgar Sawtelle"

    As spring came on, his scent about the place began to fade. She stopped looking for him. Whole days she slept beside his chair, as the sunlight drifted from eastern-slant to western-slant, moving only to ease the weight of her bones against the floor.

    And Trudy and Edgar, encapsulated in mourning, somehow forgot to care for one another, let alone her. Or if they knew, their grief and heartache overwhelmed them. Anyway, there was so little they might have done, save to bring out a shirt of his to lie on, perhaps walk with her along the fence line, where fragments of time had snagged and hung. But if they noticed her grief, they hardly knew to do those things. And she without the language to ask.”
    David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
    tags: death

  • #21
    Abraham   Verghese
    “So Medicare decided to pay hospitals like ours for internship and
    residency training programs, get it? It’s a win-win, as they say—the hospital
    gets patients cared for by interns and residents around the clock,people like us who live on site, and whose stipend is a bloody fraction of what the hospital would pay full-time physicians. And Medicare delivers health care to the poor.”
    Abraham Verghese, Cutting for Stone

  • #22
    Dan    Brown
    “Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.”
    Dan Brown, Angels & Demons

  • #23
    Barbara W. Tuchman
    “To those who think them selves strong, force always seems the easiest solution.”
    Barbara W. Tuchman, The March of Folly: From Troy to Vietnam

  • #24
    Tom Sechrist
    “The pen is mightier than the sword... an considerably easier to write with. - Marty Feldman”
    Tom Sechrist



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