I didn’t think I’d be that lucky, though, because I am too much a saga of a certain type of person: fuzzy blackness, impractical meditations and repressed desires.

    — Charles Bukowski, from “The Aftermath of a Lengthy Rejection Slip” 

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[The woman at the ticket window asked me, “Monsieur, où allez-vous aujourd’hui?”
Roma, I said.] Roma.

    — Rawi Hage, from De Niro’s Game

'Your mother has been found.'


Alan Bradley, from Speaking from Among the Bones 

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Thirteen might turn out to be a good year for lemons.

    — Daniel Hayes, from The Trouble With Lemons

When we don’t speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

    — Herta Müller, from The Land of Green Plums, trans. Michael Hofmann

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Final sentences: 

[But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended.] We mend each other.

from Allegiant 

[I have no home, no path, and no certainty. I am no longer Tris, the selfless, or Tris, the brave.] I suppose that now, I must become more than either.

from Divergent

Then the shouting begins.

from Insurgent

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