July 2009
9 posts
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I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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That’s what life’s about—messy bits of good and bad luck, and people caring and not necessarily having all the answers.
-Tom Stoppard, The Real Thing
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I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.
-Rachel Cohn & David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
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What’s a young woman doing corresponding with publishers? They’re a very shady bunch. You mark my words, Mattie, there’s something fast about that woman.
-Jennifer Donnelly, A Northern Light
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In a non-literate culture such as ours, editors have an important job besides reading, looking at pictures, copywriting and letterwriting, keeping in touch, negotiating, cajoling, goading, encouraging, turning others onto their work, and juggling maybe fifty books-in-progress at a time: that job is to be an optimist.
-Richard Jackson
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Narrative is like a back door into a very deep place inside of us, and a place where reason doesn’t necessarily hold sway.
-Ira Glass
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“Us in the graveyard, we wants you to stay alive. We wants you to surprise us and disappoint us and impress us and amaze us. Come home, Bod.”
“I think… I said some things to Silas. He’ll be angry.”
“If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him,” was all she said.
The fallen autumn leaves were slick beneath Bod’s feet, and...
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“I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.” Now she looked at me. “And that’s like a promise. At least for tonight. In sickness and in health. In good times and in bad. For richer, for poorer. Till dawn do us part.”
-John Green, Paper Towns
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I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
-Sarah Dessen, The Truth about Forever