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![Orson Scott Card](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1294099952i/589._UX200_CR0,39,200,200_.jpg)
“In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them.... I destroy them.”
― Ender's Game
― Ender's Game
![Alice Sebold](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1262477562i/316._UX200_CR0,33,200,200_.jpg)
“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
― The Lovely Bones
― The Lovely Bones
![Libba Bray](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1206563678i/2526._UY200_CR33,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Do you ever feel that way?"
"Lonely?"
I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"What?"
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
― The Sweet Far Thing
"Lonely?"
I search for the words. "Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it."
He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what I think?" Kartik says at last.
"What?"
"Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.”
― The Sweet Far Thing
![John Green](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1353452301i/1406384._UX200_CR0,49,200,200_.jpg)
“I've never known before what it feels like to want someone - not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to want them, to want them. And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.”
― Will Grayson, Will Grayson
― Will Grayson, Will Grayson
![Margaret George](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1273256433i/6599._UX200_CR0,46,200,200_.jpg)
“So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.”
― The Memoirs of Cleopatra
― The Memoirs of Cleopatra
![John Boyne](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1624000738i/7195._UX200_CR0,24,200,200_.jpg)
“What exactly was the difference? He wondered to himself. And who decided which people wore the striped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms?”
― The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
― The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
“Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.”
― Graceling
― Graceling
![Walt Whitman](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1392303683i/1438._UX200_CR0,40,200,200_.jpg)
“I cannot be awake, for nothing looks to me as it did before, or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.”
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![Bret Easton Ellis](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1638490234i/2751._UX200_CR0,29,200,200_.jpg)
“It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.”
― American Psycho
― American Psycho
![Ray Bradbury](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1445955959i/1630._UX200_CR0,33,200,200_.jpg)
“He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often--he searched for a simile, found one in his work--torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people's faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?”
― Fahrenheit 451
― Fahrenheit 451
“The thing about changing the world... Once you do it, the world's all different.”
― Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Long Way Home
― Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Long Way Home
“Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold
And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind”
― God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise
And like the sky my soul is also turnin'
Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind”
― God Willin' & the Creek Don't Rise
![James Joyce](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1615569948i/5144._UX200_CR0,31,200,200_.jpg)
“He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld. He did not know where to seek it or how, but a premonition which led him on told him that this image would, without any overt act of his, encounter him. They would meet quietly as if they had known each other and had made their tryst, perhaps at one of the gates or in some more secret place. They would be alone, surrounded by darkness and silence: and in that moment of supreme tenderness he would be transfigured.
He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.”
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.”
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
![Brandon Sanderson](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1721927489i/38550._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Kaladin screamed, reaching the end of the bridge. Finding a tiny surge of strength somewhere, he raised his spear and threw himself off the end of the wooden platform, launching into the air above the cavernous void.
Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them.
His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards.
Beards woven with glowing gemstones.
Kaladin breathed in.
Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him.
And the storm came to life again.”
― The Way of Kings
Bridgemen cried out in dismay. Syl zipped about him with worry. Parshendi looked up with amazement as a lone bridgeman sailed through the air toward them.
His drained, worn-out body barely had any strength left. In that moment of crystallized time, he looked down on his enemies. Parshendi with their marbled red and black skin. Soldiers raising finely crafted weapons, as if to cut him from the sky. Strangers, oddities in carapace breastplates and skullcaps. Many of them wearing beards.
Beards woven with glowing gemstones.
Kaladin breathed in.
Like the power of salvation itself—like rays of sunlight from the eyes of the Almighty—Stormlight exploded from those gemstones. It streamed through the air, pulled in visible streams, like glowing columns of luminescent smoke. Twisting and turning and spiraling like tiny funnel clouds until they slammed into him.
And the storm came to life again.”
― The Way of Kings
![Rebecca Solnit](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1535567225i/15811._UY200_CR43,0,200,200_.jpg)
“The magic of the street is the mingling of the errand and the epiphany.”
― Wanderlust: A History of Walking
― Wanderlust: A History of Walking
![Richard Wright](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1209848296i/9657._UX200_CR0,26,200,200_.jpg)
“I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...”
― Native Son
― Native Son
![Leonard Bernstein](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1219712604i/41906._UX200_CR0,51,200,200_.jpg)
“Any great art work … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world - the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.”
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![Damon Suede](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1356103744i/4656955._CR0,40,200,200_.jpg)
“For the first time in his life he understood why the Bible called sex "knowing". Everything was different. Now he knew Dante. He'd known Dante. And wonder of wonders, Dante had known him right back.”
― Hot Head
― Hot Head
![Moby](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1281968574i/199269._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“I had an epiphany a few years ago when I was out at a celebrity party and it suddenly dawned on me that I had yet to meet a celebrity who is as smart and interesting as any of my friends.”
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![John Irving](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1257375547i/3075._UX200_CR0,50,200,200_.jpg)
“This was not of the nature of a Christlike lesson for Owen Meany to learn, as he lay in the manger, that someone you hate can give you a hard-on.”
― A Prayer for Owen Meany
― A Prayer for Owen Meany
“Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don't be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!”
― Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Welcome to the grave.
I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
Who sir, you sir?
No ones in the chair, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now don't be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!”
― Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
![Jennifer Turner](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1296265875i/2478287._UY200_CR2,0,200,200_.jpg)
“There's a moment when you realise all your worst fears have come true. When the fat girl stuffing her face in the corner finally recognises food gives her the comfort she can't find in anyone else. When the gorgeous man with the body of a god realises he changes women like shoes because he's scared one won't find enough reason to stay. When you see the world for what it really is, see it for all the horrors the news can't or won't report. There's a moment when you realise and accept that you are the worthless piece of shit your father always said you were, because even a diseased crack-head wouldn't kill their own sister. It was a moment Kerestyan, a defining moment...an epiphany of imperfection.”
― Eternal Seduction
― Eternal Seduction
“Afternoon experience: autographing exposed legs, outstretched in lines like matchsticks.
Afternoon epiphany: Those with smooth, hairless legs would soon lose all evidence of my contact when the sweat causes the ink from the marker to run. I am ephemeral. Skepticism would be the reaction to those with thick leg hair, as their curls frazzle the lines of my name outward illegibly. Among the scaly-legged, I flaked off immediately, like I never was at all.”
― A Story that Talks About Talking is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures can Attest to the Fact that No . . .
Afternoon epiphany: Those with smooth, hairless legs would soon lose all evidence of my contact when the sweat causes the ink from the marker to run. I am ephemeral. Skepticism would be the reaction to those with thick leg hair, as their curls frazzle the lines of my name outward illegibly. Among the scaly-legged, I flaked off immediately, like I never was at all.”
― A Story that Talks About Talking is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures can Attest to the Fact that No . . .
“The epiphany was simply tucked away for consideration after we were back on campus. Sometimes a revelation comes with a flash of heavenly light and a booming voice - and sometimes it is jotted in a sun-bleached spiral notebook.”
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![T.S. Eliot](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1612500008i/18540._UX200_CR0,90,200,200_.jpg)
“A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.”
―
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins,
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death.”
―
![Annie Dillard](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1551806922i/5209._UX200_CR0,34,200,200_.jpg)
“I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering, and like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild, glitt’ring eye and say, “Do you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles?” The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life.”
― Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
― Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
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