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  1. Alain de Botton _ Status Anxiety

    {L}ife is a phenomenon in need of criticism, for we are, as fallen creatures, in permanent danger of worshipping false gods, of failing to understand ourselves and misinterpreting the behaviour of others, of growing unproductively anxious or desirous, and of losing ourselves to vanity and error. Surreptitiously and beguilingly, then, with humour or gravity, works of art--novels, poems, plays, paintings or films--can function as vehicles to explain our condition to us. They may act as guides to a truer, more judicious, more intelligent understanding of the world.
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  2. David Benioff _ City of Thieves

    It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.
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  3. Cecily von Ziegesar _ Don't You Forget About Me

    It's physics. Pure physics,I'm falling fast and faster still.So fall with me. Fall down with me.And stay.
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  4. Bill Richardson _ Bachelor Brothers' Bed &

    The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.
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  5. Colson Whitehead _ The Underground Railroad

    Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.
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  6. Virginia Woolf _ A Room of One's Own

    It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.
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  7. Hermann Hesse

    Ich bin ein Stern am Firmament, der die Welt betrachtet, die Welt verachtet und in der eignen Glut verbrennt. Ich bin das Meer, das nächtens stürmt, das klagende Meer, das opferschwer zu alten Sünden neu türmt. Ich bin von Eurer Welt verbannt, vom Stolz erzogen, vom Stolz belogen, ich bin der König ohne Land. Ich bin die stumme Leidenschaft
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  8. E.L. Konigsburg _ Talk, Talk : A Children's Book

    For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The is the mystery. The how is fragile.
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  9. Bill Bryson _ Shakespeare: The World as

    It is often said that what sets Shakespeare apart is his ability to illuminate the workings of the soul and so on, and he does that superbly, goodness knows, but what really characterizes his work - every bit of it, in poems and plays and even dedications, throughout every portion of his career - is a positive and palpable appreciation of the transfixing power of language. remains an enchanting work after four hundred years, but few could argue that it cuts to the very heart of human behaviour. What it does is take, and give, a positive satisfaction in the joyous possibilities of verbal expression.
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  10. Maya Angelou

    When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken.Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance,fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignoranceof dark, coldcaves.And when great souls die,after a period peace blooms,slowly and alwaysirregularly. Spaces fillwith a kind ofsoothing electric vibration.Our senses, restored, neverto be the same, whisper to us.They existed. They existed
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  11. Nathan Reese Maher

    That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'
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  12. Nathan Reese Maher

    She leaves my side and heads deeper int
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