Requiem

A path and a road for everyone...and for some, a path straight into the ground. 

~Lauren Oliver 

The Omnivore's Dilemma

"We can call it sacred, we can talk about communion, but it's just lunch."

~Gene Kahn (written by Michael Pollan) 

Requiem

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must invent themselves, too. 

~Lauren Oliver 

The Night Circus

"I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can."

~Erin Morgenstern (said by character Alexander) 

The Night Circus

"Stories have changed, my dear boy," the man in the grey suit says, his voice almost imperceptibly sad. "There are no more battles between good and evil, no monsters to slay, no maidens in need of rescue. Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case. There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess and a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story?"

~Erin Morgenstern (said by character Alexander) 

The Crucible

Proctor: (grasping her by the throat as though he would strangle her). Make your peace with it! Now Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretense is ripped away- make your peace! (He throws her to the floor, where she sobs, "I cannot, I cannot..." And now, half to himself, staring, and turning to the open door) Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now. (He walks as though toward a great horror, facing the open sky.) Aye, naked! And the wind, God's icy wind, will blow!

(And she is over and over again sobbing, "I cannot, I cannot, I cannot," as)

The curtain falls

~Arthur Miller

Indian Education

Believe me, everything looks like a noose if you stare at it long enough. 

~Sherman Alexie