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  • #1
    L.M. Montgomery
    “Fancies are like shadows...you can't cage them, they're such wayward, dancing things.”
    L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

  • #2
    J.D. Salinger
    “The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #3
    Jo Nesbø
    “I stared out at a world that made no sense, had no coherence, just people desperately living the life that each of us has been given, instinctively sating every sick desire, stifling our anxieties about loneliness and the death-throes that start as soon as we realise we're mortal. I knew what she meant. Was. That. It?”
    Jo Nesbø, Blood on Snow

  • #4
    Stephen  King
    “The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. But that's not all. The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried; they are clues that could guide your enemies to a prize they would love to steal. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things ... and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.”
    Stephen King, The Body

  • #5
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
    "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #6
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #7
    William Gibson
    “Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts . . . A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. . . .”
    William Gibson, Neuromancer

  • #8
    Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused
    “Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #9
    William Gibson
    “Power, in Case's world, meant corporate power. The zaibatsus, the multinationals that shaped the course of human history, had transcended old barriers. Viewed as organisms, they had attained a kind of immortality. You couldn't kill a zaibatsu by assassinating a dozen key executives; there were others waiting to step up the ladder, assume the vacated position, access the vast banks of corporate memory...”
    William Gibson, Neuromancer

  • #10
    William Gibson
    “Biz here was a constant subliminal hum, and death the accepted punishment for laziness, carelessness, lack of grace, the failure to heed the demands of an intricate protocol.”
    William Gibson, Neuromancer

  • #11
    Stephen  King
    “Your friends drag you down, Gordie. Don't you know that? [...] Your friends do. They're like drowning guys that are holding onto your legs. You can't save them. You can only drown with them.”
    Stephen King

  • #12
    Stephen  King
    “Speech destroys the function of love, I think-that's a hell of a thing for a writer to say, I guess, but I believe it to be true. If you speak to tell a deer you mean it no harm, it glides away with a single flip of its tail. Love has teeth; they bite; the wounds never close. No word, no combination of words can close those love bites. it's the other way around, that's the joke. If those wounds dry up, the words die with them.”
    Stephen King, The Body

  • #13
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #14
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

  • #15
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #16
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “Words without experience are meaningless.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #17
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #18
    Vladimir Nabokov
    “You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs―the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate―the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.”
    Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

  • #19
    J.D. Salinger
    “That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”
    J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

  • #20
    Oscar Wilde
    “I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #21
    Oscar Wilde
    “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #22
    Oscar Wilde
    “I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings

  • #23
    Oscar Wilde
    “He played with the idea, and grew wilful; tossed it into the air and transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox. The praise of folly, as he went on, soared into a philosophy, and Philosophy herself became young, and catching the mad music of Pleasure, wearing, one might fancy, her wine-stained robe and wreath of ivy, danced like a bacchante over the hills of life, and mocked the slow Silenus for being sober. Facts fled before her like frightened forest things. Her white feet trod the huge press at which wise Omar sits, till the seething grape-juice rose round her bare limbs in waves of purple bubbles, or crawled in red foam over the vat’s black, dripping, sloping sides.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings

  • #24
    Oscar Wilde
    “As it was, we always misunderstood ourselves and rarely understood others. Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #25
    Oscar Wilde
    “There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #26
    Oscar Wilde
    “There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #27
    Oscar Wilde
    “I remember your saying once that there is a fatality about good resolutions—that they are always made too late. Mine certainly were.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #28
    Oscar Wilde
    “The one charm about the past is that it is the past.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #29
    Oscar Wilde
    “It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

  • #30
    Oscar Wilde
    “Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.”
    Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray



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