“ The truth is not distorted here, but rather a distortion is used to get at truth. Flannery O'Connor
“ A teddy bear will give you love.A grizzly bear will give you a mauling.Some bears aren't just the same. Anthony T.Hincks
“ Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit. Anton Chekhov
“ Competence, like truth, beauty, and contact lenses, is in the eye of the beholder. Laurence J. Peter
“ … MOM! Martha finally screamed. Mom, you’ve got to see these!Is it about Hermione? She exclaimed, rushing into the middle of the room. Her mouth dropped open in horror when she noticed Hermione’s wall… Rebecca McNutt
“ The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places. Robin Hobb
“ The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents. Ray Bradbury
“ So now get up.'Felled, dazed, silent, he has fallen; knocked full length on the cobbles of the yard. His head turns sideways; his eyes are turned toward the gate, as if someone might arrive to help hi… Hilary Mantel
“ Perhaps it is impossible to understand one's own face ... People who live in society have learned how to see themselves in mirrors as they appear to their friends. I have no friends. Is that why my fl… Jean-Paul Sartre
“ No hay memoria a quien el tiempo no acabe, ni dolor que muerte no le consuma. Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
“ Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We’re off to see the wiza… Francesca Lia Block
“ In a deep voice, he called her name. Madeline. Still she ignored him. Taking her hand, he lifted it to his lips and, at the last minute, he turned it and kissed her wrist.That got her attention. She l… Christina Dodd
“ If you prefer, I can acquire a windowless creeper van, and we can huddle in it and eat greasy take out. Ilona Andrews
“ He was drowning in want, his control shattering like glass blown out of a window by a blast concussion. He could almost imagine he heard the shards raining to the ground beneath them. The broken piece… Cassandra Clare
