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“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Writing is a solitary business. It takes over your life. In some sense, a writer has no life of his own. Even when he’s there, he’s not really there.”
― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy

“But there's a whole world waiting, still, and there are good things in it.”
― Lois Lowry, A Summer to Die

“You know, sometimes it's nice to just have someone to blame, even if it has to be yourself, even if it doesn't make sense.”
― Lois Lowry, A Summer to Die

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I asked you what you were afraid of.

“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”

I asked you if you liked dogs.

“I have three.”

I asked you what you do when it rains.

“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
thing.
“how about you?”

me?
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.”
― Caitlyn Siehl, What We Buried

“The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like clouds, and she would ring them out like the rain.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“i am trying to remember you and let you go at the same time. —the mourn”
― Nayyirah Waheed, nejma

“But if the devil were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent”
― Farouq Guwaidah

“Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do.
Draco”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“You think, out of a room of hundreds, I'd choose you?"
"I'd choose you."
"Because, let me tell you, I fucking wou-" Draco's words stop as though he's been magically silenced.
"You what?" He asks quietly. Barely a murmur.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“That is for the person who told me she'd pick me out of a room of hundreds. If she ever decides to mean it.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“What’s the difference, really, between Malfoy and heroin? What are they but two shipwrecks, entangled by the same tide? How fucking poetic. He and I are paint splattered all over the place and we’re staining everything and maybe we absolutely don’t go together, but to me — to me we’re a fucking Jackson Pollock.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“And you, Hermione - you have the whole world at your feet.
This life is yours for the taking. Find what you want and take it for the both of us.
I’ll be rooting for you.
Draco”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“You’re like a rose in a graveyard. I wonder what you could have turned into without the war”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“I have warned you. If something happens to you, I will personally raze the entire Order. That isn't a threat. That is a promise. Consider your survival as much a necessity to the survival of the Resistance as Potter's. If you die, I will kill every last one of them.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“She was a non-active member of the Order of the Phoenix and did not fight.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“I worship her, Alyosha, worship her. Only she doesn't see it. No, she still thinks I don't love her enough. And she tortures me, tortures me with her love. The past was nothing! In the past it was only that infernal body of hers that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man. Will they marry us? If they don't I will die of jealousy. I imagine something every day...”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“That night I wrote in my journal: "Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone -- was it van Gogh? -- said that orange is the color of insanity. _Beauty is terror._ We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. That night I wrote in my journal: “Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone—was it van Gogh?—said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History