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  • #1
    James Joyce
    “But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

    from “Araby”
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • #2
    James Joyce
    “and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”
    James Joyce, Dubliners

  • #3
    James Joyce
    “I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #4
    James Joyce
    “The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”
    James Joyce, Ulysses

  • #5
    Sylvia Plath
    “If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #6
    Sylvia Plath
    “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #7
    Sylvia Plath
    “Dying
    Is an art, like everything else.
    I do it exceptionally well.
    I do it so it feels like hell.
    I do it so it feels real.
    I guess you could say I have a call.”
    Sylvia Plath, Ariel

  • #8
    Sylvia Plath
    “I was supposed to be having the time of my life.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

  • #9
    Ray Bradbury
    “Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
    Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

  • #10
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #11
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #12
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “How nice -- to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

  • #13
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “To be is to do - Socrates

    To do is to be - Sartre

    Do Be Do Be Do - Sinatra”
    Kurt Vonnegut

  • #14
    Richard  Adams
    “My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.”
    Richard Adams, Watership Down

  • #15
    Richard  Adams
    “Rabbit underground, rabbit safe and sound.”
    Richard Adams, Watership Down

  • #16
    Richard  Adams
    “The primroses were over.”
    Richard Adams, Watership Down

  • #17
    Thomas de Quincey
    “I ran into pagodas, and was fixed for centuries at the summit or in secret rooms: I was the idol; I was the priest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed. I fled from the wrath of Brama through all the forests of Asia: Vishnu hated me: Seeva laid wait for me. I came suddenly upon Isis and Osiris: I had done a deed, they said, which the ibis and the crocodile trembled at. I was buried for a thousand years in stone coffins, with mummies and sphinxes, in narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and laid, confounded with all unutterable slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.”
    Thomas de Quincey, Confessions of an English Opium Eater



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