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She felt that she had so many of the things she had ever wanted. And so she let them go, the things she did not have. ~ Taylor Jenkins Reid, Malibu Rising

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“At night, the human world looks as though it’s full of fallen stars.” ~ Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

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Source: Starz Entertainment, LLC “The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe — no matter what tomorrow may be.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross

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“I just figured you might want to make an exception for these particular feelings, bothersome though they may be, because they’re about you.” Angrboda stared at him, he stared back at her and, for once, he seemed to be absolutely serious. “What? I care for you as well,” he said, “as much as I hate to admit it. Caring about things makes life for complicated doesn’t it. Best not to care about anything at all in my opinion. And then you came along. I find it quite bothersome indeed.” ~ Genevieve Gornichec, The Witch’s Heart

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“The deeper we each read, the more we would understand about this world.” ~ The Personal Librarian , Marie Benedict and Victoria Christopher Murray

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“So now it’s space and time,” he said. “You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?” “All the time,” she said dryly, “on the BBC. And don’t think I wouldn’t sell my soul for a TARDIS.” ~ Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

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“How had I only just learned that happiness and fulfillment were entirely distinct things?” ~ Sarah Penner, The Lost Apothecary

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“But you followed me here.” My own voice is a whisper. “What a foolish thing for a pious prince to do.” A breath comes out of him. “You’ve made me a fool many times over.” ~ Ava Reid, The Wolf and the Woodsman

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But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death. ~ Anthony Doerr, Cloud Cuckoo Land

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“Don’t leave me, Claire,” Jamie whispered, very close to my ear. “This time, I’ll beg. Dinna go from me, please.” I could feel the warmth of his face, see the glow of his breath on my cheek, though my eyes were closed. “I won’t,” I said — or thought I said — and went. My last clear thought was that I’d forgotten to tell him not to marry a fool. ~ Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

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“In the future... if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again... fall in love with me.” ~ Colleen Hoover, It Ends with Us

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“We are so brief. A one-day dandelion. A seedpod skittering across the ice. We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird. I don’t know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.” ~ Louise Erdrich, Future Home of the Living God

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“I don’t do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.” ~ Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

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“There’s a very good chance the sample in that cylinder is an alien life-form. We’re not taking any chances.” “Wait...you’re not taking any chances. But I am!” “It’s not like that.” “How is it not like that?” She paused. “Okay, it’s exactly like that.” ~ Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

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Books and ideas are like blood; they need to circulate, and they keep us alive. ~ Janet Skeslien Charles, The Paris Library

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You must be meticulous about the thoughts you send out into the universe. It’s listening. Argue for your limits and, sure enough, they’re yours. You have to argue for your dreams. ~ Karen Marie Moning, Kingdom of Shadow and Light

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It wasn’t a bother at all, the old gent replied, gesturing toward his bed. I was only reading. Ah, I thought, seeing the corner of the book poking out from the folds of his sheets. I should have known. The poor old chap, he suffers from the most dangerous addiction of all. ~ Amor Towles, The Lincoln Highway