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  • #1
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel...”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #2
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #3
    John Milton
    “Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven.”
    John Milton, Paradise Lost

  • #4
    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

  • #5
    Dante Alighieri
    “In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself within a dark woods where the straight way was lost.”
    Dante Alighieri, Inferno

  • #6
    Patricia Highsmith
    “He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.”
    Patricia Highsmith, The Talented Mr. Ripley

  • #7
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #8
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.”
    Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #9
    Daphne du Maurier
    “Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.”
    Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

  • #10
    Anthony Burgess
    “What's it going to be then, eh?”
    Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

  • #11
    Chuck Palahniuk
    “I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”
    Why did I cause so much pain?
    Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
    Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?
    I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.
    We are not special.
    We are not crap or trash, either.
    We just are.
    We just are, and what happens just happens.
    And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
    Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”
    Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

  • #12
    Hunter S. Thompson
    “Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
    Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

  • #13
    Eve Babitz
    “Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.”
    Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

  • #14
    Eve Babitz
    “Women are prepared to suffer for love; it's written into their birth certificates. Women are not prepared to have "everything," not success-type "everything." I mean, not when the "everything" isn't about living happily ever after with the prince (where even if it falls through and the prince runs away with the baby-sitter, there at least a precedent). There's no precedent for women getting their own "everything" and learning that it's not the answer. Especially when you got fame, money, and love by belting out how sad and lonely and beaten you were. Which is only a darker version fo the Hollywood "everything" in which the more vulnerability and ineptness you project onto the screen, the more fame, money, and love they load you with. They'll only give you "everything" if you appear to be totally confused. Which leaves you with very few friends.”
    Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

  • #15
    Toni Morrison
    “You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right -- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn't be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.”
    Toni Morrison

  • #16
    Toni Morrison
    “She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”
    Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

  • #17
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Reader, I married him.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #18
    Charlotte Brontë
    “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #19
    Charlotte Brontë
    “It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.”
    Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

  • #20
    Jean Rhys
    “I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

  • #21
    Jean Rhys
    “If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.”
    Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea



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