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May 25th, 2012
May 23rd, 2012
- William Faulkner:
- Ernest Hemingway:
May 19th, 2012
April 21st, 2012
Lemoney Snicket’s, A Series of Unfortunate Events
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April 18th, 2012
Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed a little in love now and then. It is something to think of, and it gives her a sort of distinction among her companions.
Mr. Bennet
Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice
April 11th, 2012
There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.
Zelda Fitzgerald
April 9th, 2012
They though it was romantic- if you had no food, you could eat each other’s ideas.
Amy Tan, The Kitchen God’s Wife
April 3rd, 2012
I’m a gun-totin’ snapple-drinkin’, bible- readin’, clinton bashin’ son of a bitch! Never mind the dog, beware of the owner!
Stephen King, Desperation
January 24th, 2012
Society, my dear, is like salt water, good to swim in but hard to swallow.
Arthur Stringer, “The Silver Poppy”
January 18th, 2012
Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.
Voltaire
January 15th, 2012
The qualities he [the President] is required to display are not those of leadership but those of finely judged outraged. For this reason the President is always a controversial choice, always an infuriating but fascinating character.
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhicker’s Guide to the Galaxy (1979)
January 2nd, 2012
Foolish writers and readers are created for each other.
Horace Walpole (1717 - 1797)
September 21st, 2011
September 15th, 2011
But what is the difference between literature and journalism?
…Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. That is all.
…Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. That is all.
Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900), The Critic as Artist, 1891
August 26th, 2011
You must write every single day of your life. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.
Ray Bradbury (via demisourire)
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