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Perhaps one of the most influential fiction stories of all time, Edgar Rice Burroughs' A Princess of Mars is a cornerstone for the science fiction genre. The John Carter stories have inspired classics such as Flash Gordon, Dune, and even Star Wars. T
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Theodore Roosevelt
“People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care”
Theodore Roosevelt

“Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well.”
The Shawshank Redemption
tags: hope

Diana Gabaldon
“Strange, the things you remember. The people, the places, the moments in time burned into your heart forever, while others fade in the mist. I've always known I've lived a life different from other men. And when I was a lad, I saw no path before me. I simply took a step and then another. Ever forward, ever onward… Rushing towards some place, I know not where. And one day, I turned around, and looked back, and saw that each step I'd taken was a choice. To go left, to go right, to go forward, or even not go at all. Everyday, every man has a choice, between right and wrong, between love and hate… sometimes, between life and death.
And the sum of those choices becomes your life. The day I realized that, I became a man.” ~ Outlander, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser”
Diana Gabaldon

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

Patrick Rothfuss
“The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The most obvious part was a hollow, echoing quiet, made by things that were lacking. If there had been a wind it would have sighed trough the trees, set the inn’s sign creaking on its hooks, and brushed the silence down the road like trailing autumn leaves. If there had been a crowd, even a handful of men inside the inn, they would have filled the silence with coversation and laughter, the clatter and clamour one expects from a drinking house during the dark hours of the night. If there had been music…but no, of curse there was no music. In fact there were none of these things, and so the silence remained.

Inside the Waystone a pair of men huddled at one corner of the bar. they drank with quiet determination, avoiding serious discussions of troubling news. In doing these they added a small, sullen silenceto the lager, hollow one. it made an alloy of sorts, a counterpoint.

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the wooden floor underfoot and in the rough, splintering barrels behind the bar. It was in the weight of the black stone heart that held the heat of a long-dead fire. It was in the slow back and forth of a white linen cloth rubbing along the grain of the bar. and it was in the hands of the man who stood there, polishing a strech of mahogany that already gleamed in the lamplight.

The man had true-red hair, red as flame. his eyes was dark and distant, and he moved with the subtle certainty that comes from knowing many things.

The Waystone was is, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wapping the other inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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