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F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Ice Palace
“‘Tied down here I’d get restless. I’d feel I was- wastin’ myself. There’s two sides to me, you see. There’s the sleepy old side you love, an’ there’s a sort of energy- the feelin’ that makes me do wild things. That’s the part of me that may be useful somewhere, that’ll last when I’m not beautiful anymore’.”
Ernest Hemingway – A Farewell to Arms
“‘I wish we could do something really sinful,’ Catherine said. ‘Everything we do seems so innocent and simple. I can’t believe we do anything wrong’.”
Herman Hesse – Siddhartha
“Here was blue, here was yellow, here was green, sky and river, woods and mountains, all beautiful and mysterious and enchanting, and in the midst of it, he, Siddhartha, the awakened one, on the way to himself.”
Richard P. Bissell – The Death of Shorty
“‘This is worse than the carnival,’ Shorty thought. ‘So long Ma, so long boys. It’s hell to die so young,’ and he did so. He felt better immediately.”
Dorothy Parker – Soldiers of the Republic
“It was dark outside, the quick, new dark that leaps down without dusk on the day; but, because there were no lights in the streets, it seemed as set and as old as midnight. So you wondered that all the babies were still up. There were babies everywhere in the café, babies serious without solemnity and interested in a tolerant way in their surroundings.”
William Faulkner – As I Lay Dying
“When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set for a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at least six hours, and be drunk from a gourd. Water should never be drunk from metal.”
Sloan Wilson – The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit
” ‘The most significant fact about me is that for four and a half years my profession was jumping out of airplanes with a gun, and now I want to go into public relations’.”
Herman Melville – The Fiddler
“So my poem is damned, and immortal fame is not for me! I am nobody forever and ever. Intolerable fate.”
Jack London – The Call of the Wild
“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”
J.D. Salinger – The Catcher in the Rye
“God, I love it when a kid’s nice and polite when you tighten their skate for them or something. Most kids are. They really are.”
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