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  • #1
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

  • #2
    “Why do you write like you're running out of time?”
    Lin-Manuel Miranda

  • #5
    Euripides
    “Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.”
    Euripides, Medea and Other Plays

  • #9
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #12
    John Green
    “You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”
    John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “Out of the ash
    I rise with my red hair
    and I eat men like air.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel: The Restored Edition

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way the Spartan way - and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.”
    sylvia plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Alice Sebold
    “These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.”
    Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones

  • #19
    William Goldman
    “Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.”
    William Goldman, The Princess Bride

  • #20
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #21
    Nathaniel Hawthorne
    “No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
    Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

  • #22
    Emily Dickinson
    “Because I could not stop for Death –
    He kindly stopped for me –
    The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
    And Immortality.”
    Emily Dickinson

  • #22
    Terry Pratchett
    “She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
    Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

  • #23
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #24
    Ishmael Beah
    “Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them. ”
    Ishmael Beah, A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

  • #24
    W.B. Yeats
    “Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
    For I would ride with you upon the wind,
    Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
    And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
    William Butler Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire

  • #25
    Charles Bukowski
    “For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #26
    W.B. Yeats
    “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.”
    William Butler Yeats

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #26
    Oscar Wilde
    “I think God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #27
    Neil Gaiman
    “You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?'

    'REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.”
    Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

  • #27
    Jane Austen
    “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

    -Mr. Darcy”
    Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

  • #28
    H. Jackson Brown Jr.
    “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
    H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

  • #28
    Oscar Wilde
    “We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #29
    Charles Bukowski
    “I wanted the whole world or nothing.”
    Charles Bukowski, Post Office

  • #30
    Ernest Hemingway
    “The first draft of anything is shit.”
    Ernest Hemingway

  • #30
    Neil Gaiman
    “He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.
    What he did was put the fear of God into them.
    More precisely, the fear of Crowley.
    In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the other plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it. . . "
    Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large, empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.
    The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.”
    Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch



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