“What is it, Mom?” — Welcome to Night Vale, Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor
‘I hold my hand up to silence her.’
“The steersman of that marsh of ruined souls, who wore a wheel of flame around each eye, stifled the rage that shook his...
“When I don’t fit in here, then I know it’s time to get a little more active.” Cats of New York.
Page 45 is a picture. There are no words.
“Eventually, through meditation, they will make peace with such emotions.”The first several times I read this for the...
“Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the universe.” (I knew once I saw this book first I was in for an awkward...
“He agrees with her.”
“they shot much and well an we were like sheep before them” For Whom the Bell Tolls, by Ernest Hemingway
“Watching Annabeth weave the makeshift bed, Jason had remembered the story of Penelope-how she’d held out for twenty...
“…may be said to exist only relative to a tradition, that is, relative to a system of rulelike regularities and their...
“If a fence is made along all 4 sides of the rectangle enclosure below along with the diagonal, what is the total length...
no book near to my. Sums it up pretty good
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