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  • #1
    Scott Westerfeld
    “Gravity was something you could beat; all it took was hydrogen, hot air, or even a bit of rope. But being a girl was a miserable, never-ending struggle.”
    Scott Westerfeld

  • #2
    Scott Westerfeld
    “One of the most common questions writers are asked is "Where do you get your ideas?" But the sad truth is, we don't know. Ideas can come at any time and from any direction: in the shower, waiting for an elevator, or while bouncing across Wikipedia pages.”
    Scott Westerfeld

  • #3
    Scott Westerfeld
    “Emperors are vain and useless things.”
    Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

  • #4
    Scott Westerfeld
    “He thinks Goliath can end the war," Alek managed at last. "The man wants peace!"

    "As do we all," Count Volger said. "But there are many ways to end a war. Some are more peaceful than others.”
    Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

  • #5
    Scott Westerfeld
    “...that was what kept the world interesting...reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.”
    Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

  • #6
    Scott Westerfeld
    “To everyone who loves a long-secret romance, revealed at last.”
    Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

  • #7
    Scott Westerfeld
    “You can't blame a match for a house made of straw”
    Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

  • #8
    Erin Morgenstern
    “You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #9
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Stories have changed, my dear boy,” the man in the grey suit says, his voice almost imperceptibly sad. “There are no more battles between good and evil, no monsters to slay, no maidens in need of rescue. Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case. There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep overlapping and blur, your story is part of your sister’s story is part of many other stories, and there in no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story? Is not the wolf simply acting as a wolf should act? Though perhaps it is a singular wolf who goes to such lengths as to dress as a grandmother to toy with its prey.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #10
    Erin Morgenstern
    “People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #11
    Erin Morgenstern
    “Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that... there are many kinds of magic, after all.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #12
    Erin Morgenstern
    “I believe you have my umbrella" he says, almost out of breath but wearing a grin that has too much wolf in it to be properly sheepish.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #13
    Erin Morgenstern
    “I have been surrounded by love letters you two have built each other for years, encased in tents.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #14
    Erin Morgenstern
    “And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.”
    Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

  • #15
    Suzanne Collins
    “What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #16
    Suzanne Collins
    “The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.”
    Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire

  • #17
    Walter M. Miller Jr.
    “You don’t have a soul, Doctor. You are a soul. You have a body, temporarily.”
    Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

  • #18
    Maya Angelou
    Caged Bird

    A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream till the current ends
    and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
    of things unknown but longed for still
    and his tune is heard on the distant hill
    for the caged bird sings of freedom.

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
    of things unknown but longed for still
    and his tune is heard on the distant hill
    for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
    Maya Angelou, The Complete Collected Poems



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