January 2010
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‘Cats don’t have names,’ it said.
‘No?’ said...
– Neil Gaiman, Coraline
The world is quiet here.
– Lemony Snicket
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Harvey and I sit in the bars… have a drink or two… play the juke box. And soon the faces of all the other people they turn toward mine and they smile. And they’re saying, “We don’t know your name, mister, but you’re a very nice fella.” Harvey and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We’ve entered as strangers - soon we have friends. And they...
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends,...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
What intrigued me more than anything else was finding out the way in which...
– Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
To Lord Alfred Douglas, March 1893
Sent from the Savoy Hotel, London
Dearest of all Boys,
Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but I am sad and out of sorts. Bosie, you must not make scenes with me. They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life. I cannot see you, so Greek and gracious, distorted with passion. I cannot listen to your curved lips saying hideous things to...
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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And a big aquarium. An aquarium under the water, inside the ship, where we keep...
– Dave Eggers, The Wild Things
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The Pie-Maker: Candy might be sweet, but it's a traveling carnival blowing through town. Pie is home. People always come home.
‘I therefore invite you all,’ Mr Fox went on, ‘to stay here with me for ever.’ ‘For ever!’ they cried. ‘My goodness! How marvellous!’ And Rabbit said to Mrs Rabbit, ‘My dear, just think! We’re never going to be shot again in our lives!’
‘We will make,’ said Mr Fox, ‘a little underground village, with streets and...
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Paper money is bigger than metal money. Nine comes after eight. And Spring comes...
– Tekkonkinkreet
On a strange note, I did something a little sentimental, or superstitious…I carved Rudy and Liesel’s names into a tree with a coin. It was at the river, and my fingers were really sore by the end of it. I wonder if the names are still there.
Markus Zusak (in an interview)
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Norman H. Russell, the message of the rain
when i was a child i was a squirrel a bluejay a fox and spoke with them in their tongues climbed their trees dug their dens and knew the taste of every grass and stone the meaning of the sun the message of the night now i am old and past both work and battle and know no shame to go alone into the forest to speak again to squirrel fox and bird to taste the world to find the meaning of the wind the...
I don’t know what it means and I don’t care because it’s...
– Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes
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Emerson: I’m ripping off the bandaid.
The Pie-Maker: I’m not a ripper. I pull up a corner a little at a time and then I run it under warm water and then I pull it up a little more. It’s a process.
Emerson: It’s better to rip.
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People sometimes make unexpected choices when they’re lonely.
– Jeanne Birdsall, The Penderwicks
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