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This thing called Contrmporary America--and its obsession with televisions, game systems, and computers_has gone a littlr far if you ask me. Some call it the Information Age, but I'd tend to say it's more the Sitting-on-one's-butt-and-letting-other-people-do-the-thinking-for-you Age. James Patterson
Mercedes Lackey quote: "The gods gave you a brain, boy,' he'd say. 'If you want to..."
The gods gave you a brain, boy,' he'd say. 'If you want to honor them, use it. Mercedes Lackey
Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow,' she whispered'That I shall say good night till it be morrow,' Harry replied. Jeffrey Archer
George R. R. Martin quote: "They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me?..."
They will not love me, you say? When have they ever loved me? How can I lose something I have never owned? - Stannis George R. R. Martin
I get all the arguments against it. I even get the one that says... "I don't know if I want to bring another kid into this world." But how do you argue with the logic of loving one that's already here? John Cusack
For the good of all, I say: Be careful, the brutality of the world must not be more powerful or attractive than love and friendship. Elie Wiesel
George MacDonald quote: "Never was there a more injurous mistake than to say it was..."
Never was there a more injurous mistake than to say it was thebusiness only of the clergy to care for souls. George MacDonald
In America they have to know just what you are-- novelist, poet, playwright... Well, I've been all of them... I think poems and novels and stories spring from the same seed. It's not like, say, playing polo and knitting. Robert Penn Warren
Don DeLillo quote: "It is just so interesting," he says at last. "The colors and..."
It is just so interesting," he says at last. "The colors and all."The colors and all. Don DeLillo
There was nothing ugly in the small, unprepossessing figure of this emancipated woman, but the expression on her face made a bad impression on the viewer. One felt inclined to ask: "What's the matter? Are you hungry? Bored? Afraid? Why so tense?" Just like Sitnikov, she was always anxious. She spoke and moved in a rather casual, though awkward, manner: she obviously considered herself a good-natured, simple creature; at the same time, no matter what she did, it always seemed that she didn't... Ivan Turgenev
Most of us are not really approaching the subject [scriptures] in order to find out what Christianity says: we are approaching it [them] in the hope of finding support from Christianity for the views of our own party. C. S. Lewis
Pride is the downward drag of all things into an easy solemnity. One "settles down" into a sort of selfish seriousness; but one has to rise to a gay self-forgetfulness... Seriousness is not a virtue. It would be a heresy, but a much more sensible heresy, to say that seriousness is a vice. It is really a natural trend or lapse into taking one's self gravely, because it is the easiest thing to do... For solemnity flows out of men naturally; but laughter is a leap. It is easy to be heavy: hard... Gilbert K. Chesterton
Tom read?"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?"The Lord," said Tom."I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman. Harriet Beecher Stowe
Only--but this is rare--When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare. Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear. Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd--A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. A man becomes aware of... Matthew Arnold
The eyes of the future are looking back at us and they are praying for us to see beyond our own time. They are kneeling with hands clasped that we might act with restraint, that we might leave room for the life that is destined to come. To protect what is wild is to protect what is gentle. Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands. Terry Tempest Williams

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