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It's hard to decide if TV makes morons out of everyone, or if it mirrors Americans who really are morons to begin with. — Martin Mull

Oh, Kanga," said Pooh, after Rabbit had winked at him twice, "I don't know if you are interested in Poetry at all?" "Hardly at all," said Kanga. — A.A. Milne

I find that screenwriting is at best kind of a hackwork in some ways. — John Milius

Life is other, always there,
further off, beyond you and
beyond me, always on the horizon,
life which unlives us and makes us strangers,
that invents our face and wears it away — Octavio Paz

So few people are really aware of their thoughts. Their minds run all over the place without their permission, and they go along for the ride unknowingly and without making a choice. — Thomas M. Sterner

was mildly surprised to see) and in the smallest — Jeffery Deaver

As you wait for better days, don't forget to enjoy today, in case they've already started. — Robert Breault

Of the authors published under Ballantine's Adult Fantasy logo, only Evangeline Walton 'spoke' to me. — Stephen R. Donaldson

Max! Save Total!
-Angel
No, I'm flying down at 90 miles an hour just for fun
-Max — James Patterson

I've always thought of fantasy as a genre of best-case scenarios, and horror as a genre of worst-case scenarios. — Brian K. Vaughan

God is the greatest knitter of hearts. When another's heart is committed to ours, that person will stand with us in our wait and help ward off the naysayers. — Wendy Pope

There was nothing unique about my beech tree, nothing difficult in its ascent, no biological revelation at its summit, nor any honey, but it had become a place to think. A roost. I was fond of it, and it
well, it had no notion of me. I had climbed it many times; at first light, dusk, and glaring noon. I had climbed it in winter, brushing snow from the branches of my hand, with the wood cold as stone to the touch, and real crows' nests black in the branches of nearby trees. I had climbed in in early summer, and looked out over the countryside with heat jellying the air and the drowsy buzz of a tractor from somewhere nearby. And I had climbed it in monsoon rain, with water falling in rods thick enough for the eye to see. Climbing the tree was a way to get perspective, however slight; to look down on a city that I usually looked across. The relief of relief. Above all, it was a way of defraying the city's claims on me. — Robert Macfarlane

When I know the data that's being shared and I'm asked explicitly for my consent, I want some sites to understand my habits. It helps them suggest books for me to read or movies for my family to watch or friends for us to connect with. — Gary Kovacs