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Post by Fancy on Apr 5, 2009 1:21:41 GMT -5
"I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. (I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.)" -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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Post by Mijahu on Apr 6, 2009 23:37:43 GMT -5
GREAT thread, fancy! Hope it stays alive...
"Oh! no mortal could support the horror of that countenance. A mummy again endued with animation could not be so hideous as that wretch. I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived." -Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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Post by Sora on Apr 7, 2009 4:19:10 GMT -5
"You'd kill a witch, just like that, at someone's suggestion?" asked the Tin Woodman. "How unfeeling. You're a monster." "I didn't say I was going to kill her," said Dorothy. "Perhaps we can make a private arrangement with her. Broker a peace deal, a compromise of some sort. Who knows. In any event, my house did sort of smush her sister, and I haven't had a chance to deal with the trauma of that, what with all the festivities and so on. I mean, I need some sort of closure here."
-Gregory Macguire, A Lion Among Men
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Post by Fancy on Apr 8, 2009 20:52:40 GMT -5
"...and yet the remembering makes it now. And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story." -Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
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Post by Smooth Criminal. on Apr 10, 2009 18:44:43 GMT -5
"Courage is not a man with a gun in his hand. It's knowing you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."
- Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird
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Post by Charles Vane on Apr 17, 2009 15:25:48 GMT -5
"In my mind, my kitchen is filled with crackers and cheese, roast chicken leftovers, farm fresh eggs, and coffee beans ready to grind. The reality is that I keep my Smith and Wesson in the cookie jar, my Oreos in the microwave, a jar of peanut butter and hamster food in the over-the-counter-cupboard, and I have beer and olives in the refrigerator. I used to have a birthday cake in the freezer for emergencies, but I ate it." - Janet Evanovich, Fearless Fourteen
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Post by Fancy on Apr 25, 2009 2:14:14 GMT -5
"I never thought at all when I was a rat! I just was! So I never thought I was a rat. I never started thinking till I was a boy. Now I think I'm a boy. But it's making me confused. I hope I don't get irritated." -Philip Pullman, I WAS A RAT!
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Post by Mijahu on Apr 25, 2009 2:26:08 GMT -5
"The mere presence of the idea was an irresistible proof of the fact." -Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (I know, it's taking me forever to read.)
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Post by C. on Apr 25, 2009 21:00:08 GMT -5
"I'd bet a thousand bucks that Jesus never sent old Judas to Hell. I still would, too, if I had a thousand bucks. I think any one of the Disciples would've sent him to Hell and all — and fast, too — but I'll bet anything Jesus didn't do it" - J.D. Salinger The Catcher in the Rye
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Post by Mijahu on May 25, 2009 3:15:14 GMT -5
"Anyway, thanks for the gloves, even if they were both right handed. Maybe I should have kept them in case someone gave me a pair of left handed ones for my birthday. However, they are on their way home wrapped up in the sleeping bag." - Charles Spickert, Buddy Was Here
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meesh
Catastrophic Captain
Steady as she goes.
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Post by meesh on Oct 23, 2009 5:27:05 GMT -5
I like that, Fancy; Sylvia Plath is one of my favourites! Especially as a poet.
“The family takes its mauve and cerise, air-conditioned, power-steered, and power-braked automobile out for a tour passes through cities that are badly paved, made hideous by litter, blighted buildings, billboards, and posts for wires that should long since have been put underground. They picnic on exquisitely packaged food from a portable icebox by a polluted stream and go on to spend the night at a park which is a menace to public health and morals. Just before dozing of on an air mattress, beneath a nylon tent, amid the stench of decaying refuse, they may reflect vaguely on the curious unevenness of their blessings." -John Galbraithe, The Affluent Society
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Post by Zaid on Nov 9, 2009 16:29:53 GMT -5
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Of Mice and Men by J Steinbeck/Just about any book out there written in the English language
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Post by Sophie-Senpi on Nov 9, 2009 19:47:02 GMT -5
''i am in the depths of despair'' - Anne Shirley ( Anne of green gables)
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Post by Elle on Nov 19, 2009 22:43:23 GMT -5
"there were people you could hug, and then there was Silas" - The Graveyard Book
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Post by Sora on Nov 28, 2009 16:33:31 GMT -5
"They brush aside a number of outmoded concepts, such as creativity and genius, eternal value and mystery – concepts whose uncontrolled (and at present almost uncontrollable) application would lead to a processing of data in the Fascist sense. " - Walter Benjamin - "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction"
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