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  • #1
    Tom Hillman
    “Before going to breakfast, you are in your
room experiencing the gongs of a classic religious
    bell, a unique and cuddly invitation to the morning meditation session. In ten minutes it will be 7:00 a.m.—dawn’s brisk reminder that life will never be easy. Mornings are a bit cruel.”
    Tom Hillman, Digging for God

  • #2
    “She knew how people slipped through cracks—not all at once, but in layers.”
    D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

  • #3
    K.  Ritz
    “This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
    K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

  • #4
    Susan  Rowland
    “The fire on the mountain.” That was Anna. “Alchemy,” she said. “I feel it singing in my bones.”
    “Singing?” Mary would never understand Anna. The young woman turned away.
    Wiseman’s reply was tinged with respect.
    “That great pair of alchemists, Francis Ransome and Roberta Le More, believed the work they did affected the world’s spirit, the anima mundi. The Native Americans they met believed they too could and should interact with the Great Spirit. They lived with reverence for the land and all its peoples, the ancestors, the animals, the rocks, the trees, mountains.” 
    Mary’s jaw dropped; Caroline glowed; Anna pretended not to listen. Wiseman nodded, then continued.
    “You mean…?” began Mary.
    “Yes, it could have been so different, a meeting of like-minded earth-based spiritualities. Just imagine, what could have been?”
    Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

  • #5
    Max Nowaz
    “Every night I dream a lot. Every day I live a little.”
    Max Nowaz, Get Rich or Get Lucky

  • #6
    Tricia Copeland
    “The stream of orbs rises in the sky and floats northeast. I shiver despite the climate, wondering what kind of magick controls them. If Lucifer allowed them to be released, it cannot be good. And what if, whoever is orchestrating this, their aim for me is as Mother foresees? Are we flying into a trap?”
    Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen

  • #8
    J. Rose Black
    “So, you’re asking me how long before a couple can break up after having sex?”
    And I was a tomato. “Yeah.” 
    “So you’ve never broken up with someone after having sex?”
    I stared at him. And that smug sonofabitch had the nerve to chuckle. My face was on fire and I wanted to slide to the floor. Under the tile. “That’s not . . . it isn’t—”
    “I can fix that for you. Seems like the least I can do.”
    J. Rose Black, Chasing Headlines

  • #9
    “This is step one to receiving God’s heart: Decide that your mission on this earth is to obey God every single day.”
    Kathryn Krick, The Secret of the Anointing: Accessing the Power of God to Walk in Miracles

  • #10
    Norton Juster
    “Što više želiš, to manje dobivaš, a što manje dobivaš, sve više imaš.”
    Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

  • #11
    “He closes his eyes. A jungle in there, inside his head. He opens them quickly.”
    Judith Guest, Ordinary People

  • #12
    Ursula K. Le Guin
    “Without war there are no heroes."

    "What harm would that be?"

    "Oh, Lavinia, what a woman's question that is.”
    Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia

  • #13
    Elizabeth George Speare
    “Day after day Matt tramped the woods alone, trying to shake the doubts that walked beside him like his own shadow.”
    Elizabeth George Speare, The Sign of the Beaver

  • #14
    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
    “Alas! Victor, when falsehood can look so like the truth, who can look so like the truth, who can assure themselves of certain happiness?”
    Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

  • #15
    Wallace Stegner
    “A poem isn't selfish. It speaks to people.”
    Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety
    tags: poem



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