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“so what brings you to the doctor today?" "hmm, im afraid i have the chronic desire to save people" "i know about that. i've got it too. maybe it's catching." "not catching enough”

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Deb Caletti

Deb Caletti is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often delve into the emotional and challenging aspects of adolescence, enjoying great popularity among young readers. more

“Then - as he was talking - a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do.”

Enough Light Past Faces Left Dark Talking Car Expression Tired Tails Lit Enough Time Frantic Time Left Mcmurphy

Book:One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 50th Anniversary Edition

Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 50th Anniversary Edition

“Anyway, I was the one in real danger. I got cornered by a pack of wild sorority girls in the food court. Apparently it's mating season.”

Real Girl Danger Seasons Court Packs Mating Cornered Sorority

Book:Stray

Source: Stray

“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.”

Heart Strong Love Is Arms Jace Seals Vehement Clary And Jace Love Is Strong

Book:Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instruments Series (5 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass; City of Fallen Angels, City of Lost Souls

“Without conflict there is no plot, without hope there is no story”

Stories Conflict Plot Without Hope

Author:Cassandra Clare

“Mankind has only one science… its the science of discontent.”

Mankind Discontent

Author:Frank Herbert

“Let me drive," she said, reaching for the reins. He turned to her in disbelief. "This is a phaeton, not a single-horse wagon." Sophie fought the urge to throttle him. His nose was running, his eyes were red, he couldn't stop coughing, and still he found the energy to act like an arrogant peacock. "I assure you," she said slowly, "that I know how to drive a team of horses.”