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Soldier of Fortune

A299BD0D-5E96-4DD1-A9AD-93DFF3031776“It was days like this, she decided, looking down at the rain-swept street, black days with a black sky and a heaviness in the air, that revealed things about Jane Hoyt—that Jane Hoyt didn’t like.  The specifications called for a Jane Hoyt who was more or less one-dimensional, alert, well-educated major in English literature, matter of fact, sense of humor, American society pigeonhole number sixteen, which was located a little below the junior league pigeonhole and a little above the shopgirl pigeonhole… There was no allowance in the pattern for healthy girls, regardless of pigeonhole, who still had a renegade ghost of savage underlying their well-groomed exterior.”

  • from Soldier of Fortune, by Earnest K. Gann

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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

3E95469A-5B8D-4942-B737-7A728AC92931“Often he talked to Mr. Singer.  With him he spoke of chemistry and the enigma of the universe.  Of the infinitesimal sperm and the cleavage of the ripened egg.  Of the complex million-fold division of cells.  Of the mystery of living matter and the simplicity of death.  And also he spoke with him of race.”

  •  The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers,

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The Word for World is Forest

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“I don’t know.  Do men kill men, except in madness?  Does any beast kill its own kind?  Only the insects… There is a wish to kill in them…”

  • Spoken by Selver in The Word for World is Forest by Ursula K. Le Guin

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The Twelfth Enchantment

image“…Lucy was tired of being manipulated and moved about like a game piece.  It was time to make her own decisions.  With hardly a thought of what it would mean, Lucy leapt up, hurled open the door of the coach, and threw herself onto the grass.”

  • The Twelfth Enchantment, by David Liss

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The Black Tulip

“When awake, he thought only of the great black tulip; when asleep, he dreamed of nothing else.”

– Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

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The Complete Orsinia

image“For any act done consciously may be defiant, may be independent, may change life utterly.

But one can only act thus if one knows there is no safety… One must wait outside. There is no hiding away from storm, waste, injustice, death.  There is no stopping, only a pretense, a mean, stupid pretense of being safe and letting time and evil pass by outside.  But we are all outside, Piera thought, and all defenseless.  There is no safe house but death.”

– from Malafrena, by Ursula K. Le Guin

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