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  • #1
    Frank Patrick Herbert
    “I am like a person whose hands were kept numb, without sensation from the first moment of awareness - until one day the ability to feel is forced into them. And I say "Look! I have no hands!" But the people all around me say: "What are hands?”
    Frank Herbert, Dune

  • #2
    Gregory Maguire
    “We start out in identical perfection: bright, reflective, full of sun. The accident of our lives bruises us into dirty individuality. We meet with grief. Our character dulls and tarnishes. We meet with guilt. We know, we know: the price of living is corruption. There isn’t as much light as there once was. In the grave we lapse back into undifferentiated sameness”
    Gregory Maguire, A Lion Among Men

  • #3
    Gregory Maguire
    “Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.”
    Gregory Maguire, A Lion Among Men

  • #4
    Suzanne Fisher Staples
    “She didn't look up until he was gone. She saw him pas the outside wall of the pavilion and heard his footsteps recede into the stairwell. When he was gone, she bowed her head and let the grief engulf her. Her heart crumpled and shrank, like a ball of paper set on fire.”
    Suzanne Fisher Staples, Haveli

  • #5
    Suzanne Fisher Staples
    “She tried to keep busy, but each afternoon she was drawn into the courtyard or up into the pavilion, where she sat as still as a pool of water. It was as if she feared she'd fly away into a million pieces if she moved.”
    Suzanne Fisher Staples, Haveli

  • #6
    Louise Rennison
    “As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.”
    Louise Rennison, Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging

  • #7
    Louise Rennison
    “I don't want to be rude to the afflicted but Uncle Eddie is bald in a way which is the baldest I have ever seen.”
    Louise Rennison, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God

  • #8
    Mark Haddon
    “I like dogs. You always know what a dog is thinking. It has four moods. Happy, sad, cross and concentrating. Also, dogs are faithful and they do not tell lies because they cannot talk.”
    Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
    tags: dogs

  • #9
    Mark Haddon
    “All the other children at my school are stupid. Except I'm not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are. I'm meant to say that they have learning difficulties or that they have special needs. But this is stupid because everyone has learning difficulties because learning to speak French or understanding relativity is difficult and also everyone has special needs, like Father, who has to carry a little packet of artificial sweetening tablets around with him to put in his coffee to stop him from getting fat, or Mrs. Peters, who wears a beige-colored hearing aid, or Siobhan, who has glasses so thick that they give you a headache if you borrow them, and none of these people are Special Needs, even if they have special needs.

    But Siobhan said we have to use those words because people used to call children like the children at school spaz and crip and mong, which were nasty words. But that is stupid too because sometimes the children from the school down the road see us in the street when we're getting off the bus and they shout, "Special Needs! Special Needs!" But I don't take any notice because I don't listen to what other people say and only sticks and stones can break my bones and I have a Swiss Army knife if they hit me and if I kill them it will be self-defense and I won't go to prison.”
    Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

  • #10
    Mark Haddon
    “Eventually scientists will discover something that explains ghosts, just like they discovered electricity, which explained lightning, and it might be something about people's brains, or something about the earth's magnetic field, or it might be some new force altogether. And then ghosts won't be mysteries. They will be like electricity and rainbows and nonstick frying pans.”
    Mark Haddon

  • #11
    Mark Haddon
    “And when you look at the sky you know you are looking at stars which are hundreds and thousands of light-years away from you. And some of the stars don’t even exist anymore because their light has taken so long to get to us that they are already dead, or they have exploded and collapsed into red dwarfs. And that makes you seem very small, and if you have difficult things in you life it is nice to think that they are what is called negligible, which means they are so small you don’t have to take them into account when you are calculating something.”
    Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

  • #12
    Louise Rennison
    “I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???”
    Louise Rennison, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God

  • #13
    Louise Rennison
    “Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?”
    Louise Rennison, On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God

  • #14
    “The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity; it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.”
    Yann Martel, Life of Pi

  • #15
    “It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaler as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head.”
    Yann Martel

  • #16
    “These people fail to realize that it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.”
    Yann Martel, Life of Pi

  • #17
    Libba Bray
    “May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #18
    Libba Bray
    “I changed the world; the world changed me.
    Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #19
    Libba Bray
    “Why does everyone want to own me?" Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. "Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone?"

    "Because you're beautiful," Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. "People always think they can own beautiful things.”
    Libba Bray, A Great and Terrible Beauty

  • #20
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Webster’s International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get – a cold sick feeling deep down inside – when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

  • #21
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “He pressed himself into me and kissed my neck, and it was as if everything strong and solid inside me, heart and bones and muscle and gut, softened and melted from the heat of him.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

  • #22
    Jennifer Donnelly
    “Things are NEVER what they seem, Pa, I thought. I used to think they were, but I was wrong or stupid or blind or something. Old folks are forever complaining about their failing eyesight, but I think your vision gets better as you get older. Mine surely was.”
    Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light

  • #23
    James  Patterson
    “She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.”
    James Patterson, The Final Warning

  • #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

  • #25
    Ishmael Beah
    “We must strive to be like the moon.' An old man in Kabati repeated this sentence often... the adage served to remind people to always be on their best behavior and to be good to others. [S]he said that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way. Children watch their shadows and play in its light, people gather at the square to tell stories and dance through the night. A lot of happy things happen when the moon shines. These are some of the reasons why we should want to be like the moon.”
    Ishmael Beah
    tags: moon

  • #26
    Geraldine Brooks
    “I picked up scallop shells in diverse colors and sizes — warm reds and yellows; cool, stippled grays — and reflected on the diversity of God’s creation, and what might be the use and meaning of his making so many varieties of a single thing. If he created scallops simply for our nourishment, why paint each shell with delicate and particular colors? And why, indeed, trouble making so many different things to nourish us, when in the Bible we read that a simple manna fed the Hebrews day following day? It came to me then that God must desire us to use each of our senses, to take delight in the varied tastes and sights and textures of his world.”
    Geraldine Brooks

  • #27
    Donald Miller
    “I don't wonder anymore what I'll tell God when I go to heaven when we sit in the chairs under the tree, outside the city........I'll tell these things to God, and he'll laugh, I think and he'll remind me of the parts I forgot, the parts that were his favorite. We'll sit and remember my story together, and then he'll stand and put his arms around me and say, "well done," and that he liked my story. And my soul won't be thirsty anymore. Finally he'll turn and we'll walk toward the city, a city he will have spoken into existence a city built in a place where once there'd been nothing. ”
    Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life



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