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The novelist in me is probably hiding behind all the stories I write, looking for ways to connect them and continue the conversation with readers. Maybe I'm writing one long narrative, and each book, however different from the last, is just a chapter. — Joanna Scott

Even Mongo liked him, although Mongo likes everybody. (Also Mongo was so thrilled with himsel for staying in the dog bed till I'd released him that nothing was going to blow his mood.) — Robin McKinley

sometime hate is just confused love! — Omar Tyree

Because people who decline organized leisure activities are deserters from the great common struggle against boredom, and they deserve neither attention nor helmets. — Milan Kundera

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought. — Francois Mauriac

There were plenty of white males on campus with Bess, but they had never paid her any attention, and she had returned the favor. She'd never got a chance to marvel at how beautiful their creamy complexion was or how easy it could be to get lost in a bright green gaze. What the heck? This guy could have very well killed two people, set them on fire, and come to hurt her, and she was standing there in front of him coming to some silly realization that maybe she had missed out on a certain population of guys based on the color of their skin. — Inger Iversen

All earth's full rivers can not fillThe sea that drinking thirsteth still. — Christina Rossetti

Sissy Mae Smith ... stumbled into the room loaded down with even more bags. "You pack like a woman," she snarled when she finally dropped the luggage to the floor. "How can one man have so much conditioner?"
His mouth filled with French toast, Mitch pointed at his hair and snarled, "Tawny mane! Do you think this shit stays this beautiful on its own? It needs care and love! Which is more than I'm getting from you! — Shelly Laurenston

Although I'm a comedian, I'm also an amateur survivalist. — Nick Kroll

Except for a human-powered hoist described — Steven Vogel

There is a tale ... It tells of the days when a blight hung over our land. Nothing prospered. Nothing flourished. Not even zucchini would grow. — Cameron Dokey

I have not thought too much about the psychology or life of the character Jonas in some time. — Corin Nemec