"What is literature but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to anything in the Universe but a few molecules who have the disease called 'thought.'" - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
“You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.” - Paul Sweeney
"You pass through places and places pass through you, but you carry them with you on the soles of your travellin' shoes." - The Littlest Bird, The Be Good Tanyas
“We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.” - Charles Swindoll
“The beautiful thing about learning is nobody can take it away from you.” - B. B. King
“Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.” - Epicurus
"Few will have the greatness to bend history; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total of all those acts will be written the history of this generation..." - Robert F. Kennedy
“Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.” - Robert Motherwell
“The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” - William Wordsworth
"You ask me why I spend my life writing. Do I find entertainment? Is it worthwile? Above all does it pay? I write only because there is a voice within me which will not be stilled." - Sylvia Plath
"Any man, in the right situation, is capable of murder. But not any man is capable of being a good camper. So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think." - Jack Handy
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever." - John Keats, from Endymion
"We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down." - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr
"Be the change you want to see in the world." - Mahatma Gandhi
“My joy whirls in tongues of words… I shall be a woman beyond women." - Sylvia Plath
"As the snow started to fall, he tugged his coat tighter around himself. Too tight, as it turned out. "This is the fourth coat crushing this year", said the sergeant as he outlined the body with a special pencil that writes on snow." - Jack Handy
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” - Sylvia Plath
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