What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny;
Producing forth the cruel ministers
Of this dead butcher and his fiend-like queen,
Who, as 'tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time and place:
So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.
William Shakespeare - Macbeth Act V, scene 8
But that will be a long time from now, and soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time.
Robert Penn Warren - All The King's Men
''It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan. "
Herman Melville - Moby Dick
“Oh ****,” Willie said. “You never understand anybody that
loves you.”
Ermest Hemingway - Islands In The Stream
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
George Orwell - Animal Farm
I can’t keep that up: if I’m watched to that extent, I start by
getting snappy, then un-happy, and finally I twist my heart
round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if . . . there weren’t any other people living in the world.
Anne Frank - Diary Of A Young Girl (last entry)
‘I must say I’m damned tired.’ .
Nicholas Monsarrat - The Cruel Sea
One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, ’Poo-tee-weet?’
Kurt Vonnegut - Slaughterhouse Five
He had fallen forward and lay on the earth — as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw — that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.
Erich Maria Remarque - All Quiet On The Western Front
It is not often that someone comes along who is a true
friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
E.B. White - Charlotte's Web
I was cured all right.
Anthony Burgess - A Clockwork Orange
Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise, Only to wonder at unlawful things, I Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Christopher Marlowe - Dr. Faustus
"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done;
it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
Charles Dickens - A Tale Of Two Cities
"I like books"
RW Smith
