“A poet or novelist will invent interruptions to avoid long consecutive days at the ordained page; and of these the most pernicious are other kinds of writing -- articles, lectures, reviews, a wide correspondence.” WritingKindLongPoetPagesWideNovelistsReviewsArticlesLecturesInterruptionsPerniciousCorrespondenceConsecutive Author:Shirley Hazzard
“Merely that I have a World Wide Web page does not give me any power, any abilities, nor any status in the real world.” WorldGivingDoeRealAbilityPagesGive MeWideReal WorldWorld Wide WebWeb Page Author:Clifford Stoll
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“We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.” IfsWantTwoPastNightGirlThreeBitsHoursBrainHalfBreakStudyTeacherPeriodsPagesWidePhysicsNineEveningNot SureSeniorZombieHomeworkBitingFreaking OutDouchebags Book:White Cat Source: White Cat
“Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103)” HeartStillsNamesLeftLossBehindsMissingListeningPagesWideLeft BehindMissing Someone Book:The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane Source: The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane
“It will be as if I'd never existed. The words ran through my head, lacking the perfect clarity of my hallucination last night. They were just words, soundless, like print on a page. Just words, but they ripped the hole wide open, and I stomped on the brake, knowing I should not drive while this incapacitated. I curled over, pressing my face against the steering wheel and trying to breathe without lungs.” IfsShouldTryingLastsFacesNightPerfectKnowingPagesWideBreatheHolesClarityRanWheelsPrintLackingLungsLast NightRippedHallucinationsBrakeSteering Author:Stephenie Meyer