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  • #1
    Max Nowaz
    “Rachael, I don’t think this is a very good idea.” Adam tried to protest and break away, but it was too late. She had a good hold on him by now, and he was going nowhere.
    “Not bad for a little man like you,” she said. “There seems to be something different about you lately.” Rachael smiled.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #2
    “God’s people must be free!”
    Kathryn Krick, Unlock Your Deliverance: Keys to Freedom From Demonic Oppression

  • #3
    Susan  Rowland
    “You can’t set fires, Anna. Never again. Promise.”
    [Anna] aimed her defiance at Mary.
    “And you? What’s your reason to hate me?”
    Caroline spoke quietly. “We nearly died — in the fire in those mountains and at the house when Ravi had a gun pointed at us.” Her eyes were full of tears. “The fire you set at The Old Hospital could have killed me as well as Janet and Agnes.”
    Anna muttered into the syrupy dregs of her tea. “Fire, you’re firing me?”
    Mary grimaced. There had been too much fire.”
    Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

  • #4
    “(there is no pepper on the table; evidently pepper perks the libido),”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #5
    “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

  • #6
    J. Rose Black
    “Life is passion. It's fire. Don't let the world extinguish it.”
    J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

  • #7
    Alexis de Tocqueville
    “And now, As I come near the end of this book in which I have recorded so many considerable achievements of the Americans, if I am asked how we should account for the unusual prosperity and growing strength of this nation, I would reply that they must be attributed to the superiority of their woman.”
    Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America

  • #8
    Tatiana de Rosnay
    “She couldn’t imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn’t imagine why she and all these people here with her had to be treated this way. Who had decided this, and what for?”
    Tatiana de Rosnay, Sarah's Key

  • #9
    Marion Zimmer Bradley
    “The Isle of Glass, the Isle of Brigantia, the Isle of Wings, the Isle of the Marches, the Isle of the Oak, the Isle of Pan, and the Watch Hill. They have been called by other names by other peoples, but this is their essence, as we were taught by the wise ones who came over the sea from the Drowned Lands. And why is it that these islands and no others are held holy, when, as you can see, they are not all the highest or the most impressive”
    Marion Zimmer Bradley, Lady of Avalon

  • #10
    T.S. Eliot
    “Everyone’s alone—or so it seems to me.
    They make noises, and think they are talking to each other;
    They make faces, and think they understand each other,
    And I’m sure they don’t. Is that delusion?
    Can we only love
    Something created in our own imaginations?”
    T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

  • #11
    Robin Waterfield
    “These enquiries of mine, then, clearly show that Heracles is an ancient god. So I think those Greeks did just right who established two kinds of cult for Heracles, in one of which they sacrifice to Heracles as an immortal god—Olympian Heracles, as he is known—while in the other they make offerings to him as a hero.”
    Robin A.H. Waterfield, The Histories

  • #12
    David  Mitchell
    “Time needs time to be measurable.”
    David Mitchell, Slade House

  • #13
    A.R. Merrydew
    “   ‘I see you made it Jack,’ he started to say, noticing a silver sphere roll across the loading bay floor. It stopped just short of his shoes before it exploded.”
    Anthony Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips

  • #14
    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

  • #15
    J.K. Franko
    “Mike Tyson: “Everybody has a plan, until they get punched in the face.”
    J.K. Franko, Eye for Eye

  • #16
    “The city centre was still crawling with Christmas shoppers looking to add to their already burgeoning piles of gifts. To Scott they were like ants at a picnic, teeming from store to store, trailing oversized carrier bags and infants behind them as they went. Scott felt alien in this environment; pulling up his hood he hurried through the crowds, dodging pushchairs, lit cigarettes and charity collection tins.”
    R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

  • #17
    Daniel Keyes
    “My anger was an exciting feeling, and I didn’t give it up easily. I was ready to fight.”
    Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

  • #18
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    “They were cosy and comfortable in their little house made of logs, with the snow drifted around it and the wind crying because it could not get in by the fire.”
    Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods

  • #19
    A.S. Byatt
    “Well, I would hardly say I do write as yet. But I write because I like words. I suppose if I liked stone I might carve. I like words. I like reading. I notice particular words. That sets me off.”
    A.S. Byatt, Little Black Book of Stories

  • #20
    Thomas Paine
    “تمام دنیا سرزمینم، همه مردم جهان برادران و خواهرانم و نیکی کردن به آنها کیش و آیینم است”
    Thomas Paine

  • #21
    Kyle Keyes
    “My best seller was Golden Stream, written under my pen name of I.P. Daly.”
    Kyle Keyes, Quantum Roots

  • #22
    Orson Scott Card
    “Quim," she said, "don't ever try to teach me about good and evil. I've been there, and you've seen nothing but a map.”
    Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead



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