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David Foster Wallace quote: "No one can call themselves a writer until he or she has..."
No one can call themselves a writer until he or she has written at least fifty stories. David Foster Wallace
Her voice was now so shrill only bats would be able to hear it soon, but she had reached a level of indignation that rendered her temporarily speechless.. J. K. Rowling
I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally. David Sedaris
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart. Jodi Picoult
If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips."Are you dying for him?" she whispered."And his wife and child. Hush! Yes."Oh, you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?"Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last. Charles Dickens
The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls. Plotinus
Suffering is a form of egoism. I speak only of myself. I am not talking about her, saying what she was, making an overwhelming portrait (like the one Gide made of Madeleine).(Yet: everything is true: the sweetness, the energy, the nobility, the kindness.) Roland Barthes
That is why she dislikes dreams: they impose an unacceptable equivalence among the various periods of the same life, a leveling contemporaneity of everything a person has ever experienced; they discredit the present by denying it its privileged status. Milan Kundera
He looks at Mama out of the corner of his eye, again surprised by how little she is. As if all of her life has been a slow process of shrinkage. But just what is that shrinkage? Is it the real shrinkage of a person abandoning his adult dimensions and starting on the long journey through old age and death toward distances where there is only a nothingness without dimension? Milan Kundera
Leo Tolstoy quote: "- Every girl is proud of an offer- Yes, every girl, but not she"
- Every girl is proud of an offer- Yes, every girl, but not she Leo Tolstoy
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know. By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought. Than to love and be loved by me Edgar Allan Poe
A woman can only become a man’s friend in three stages: first she’s an agreeable acquaintance, then a mistress and only after that a friend. Anton Chekhov
You were difficult enough to catch? Faste said. Salander gave him a long look, satisfied herself that he was an idiot, and decided that she would not waste too many seconds concerning herself with his existence. Steig Larsson
I'm not going to tell anybody, not even Lilly. Lilly would NOT understand. NOBODY would understand. Because nobody I know has ever been in this situation before. Nobody ever went to bed one night as one person and then woke up the next morning to find out that she was somebody completely different. Meg Cabot
Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty. Suzanne Collins

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