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  • Cushing shared from A Feast for Crows (A Song of Ice and Fire, Book 4) by George R.R. Martin
    Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.
    Note: From Book Four of Game of Thrones.
  • Cushing shared from The Little Lady of the Big House by Jack London
    tray.
    Note: flat
  • Cushing shared from On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) by Jack Kerouac
    the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Note: Kerouac- On the Road
  • Cushing shared from The Pearl (Penguin Great Books of the 20th Century) by John Steinbeck
    It is wonderful the way a little town keeps track of itself and of all its units. If every single man and woman, child and baby, acts and conducts itself in a known pattern and breaks no walls and differs with no one and experiments in no way and is not sick and does not endanger the ease and peace of mind or steady unbroken flow of the town, then that unit can disappear and never be heard of. But let one man step out of the regular thought or the known and trusted pattern, and the nerves of the townspeople ring with nervousness and communication travels over the nerve lines of the town. Then...
  • Cushing shared from The Pearl (Penguin Great Books of the 20th Century) by John Steinbeck
    It is wonderful the way a little town keeps track of itself and of all its units. If every single man and woman, child and baby, acts and conducts itself in a known pattern and breaks no walls and differs with no one and experiments in no way and is not sick and does not endanger the ease and peace of mind or steady unbroken flow of the town, then that unit can disappear and never be heard of. But let one man step out of the regular thought or the known and trusted pattern, and the nerves of the townspeople ring with nervousness and communication travels over the nerve lines of the town. Then...