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Neal Shusterman
“The past never changes—and from what I can see, neither does the future.”
Neal Shusterman, Scythe

John Green
“Yes, well, in that respect and many others, American high schools do rather resemble prisons.”
John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

Joseph Conrad
“The snake had charmed me”
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Neal Shusterman
“When it came to the human race, there was no more left to learn. Nothing about our own existence to decipher. Which meant that no one person was important than any other. In fact in the ground scheme of things, everyone was equally useless”
Neal Shusterman

“No matter what life has taken you through...try to live full and die empty.”
Yusef Salaam, Better, Not Bitter: Living on Purpose in the Pursuit of Racial Justice

Cornell Woolrich
“A man in love is a man in a hurry”
Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

Cornell Woolrich
“Well, I have to see, don’t I? Do you think she’ll like pink roses and sweet peas, Tom?” There was a plaintive helplessness to the last part of the question, as when one grasps at straws.”
Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

Jessa Maxwell
“Francis’s words felt like those of a true friend, one who innately understood you, who would do whatever was in her power to make sure you succeeded.”
Jessa Maxwell, I Need You to Read This

Timothy Janovsky
“I'm destined to be his maybe. He's destined to be my almost.”
Timothy Janovsky, Never Been Kissed

“Now spring was no more than a memory. In the conference room there was neither time nor place nor season of the year. Poised, windowless, two hundred feet above street level, it might well have been some cavern quarried deep within the bowels of the earth. Here, night and day were one. A sickly, shadowless light was diffused through the room from a series of opaque panels on the wall. The atmosphere, ingeniously held uniform in temperature and humidity by the air conditioning system, was curiously tasteless and soporific, a constant invitation to sleep.”
John Rowan Wilson, Means to an End