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Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes -Neruda

Epigraph from Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey

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ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή — I. p. 89 Fr. 60. "The way upward and the way downward is one and the same."

Epigraph from Burnt Norton by TS Eliot

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τοῦ λόγου δὲ ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοί ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν — I. p. 77. Fr. 2. "Though wisdom is common, the many live as if they have wisdom of their own"

Epigraph from Burnt Norton by TS Eliot

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It is a strange kind of fire, the fire of self-righteousness, which gives us such pleasure by its warmth but does so little to banish the darkness.

Austin Craig White, from The Dark Tower, a pamphlet of the American Abolitionist Society, 1911

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Your playing small does not serve the world. Who are you not to be great?

Nelson Mandela. Epigraph from The Mother of Black Hollywood by Jennifer Lewis

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When the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again.

William Beebe, 1906. Epigraph from Back from the Brink: Saving Animals from Extinction by Nancy F. Castaldo

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What are the words you do not yet have? What do you need to say?

Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider. Epigraph from The Girl Who Smiled Beads: A Story of War and What Comes After by Clementine Wamariya and Elizabeth Weil

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Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red drops for history to remember. Then—I forget.

Carl Sandburg, “I Am the People, the Mob.” Epigraph from A Few Red Drops: The Chicago Race Riot of 1919 by Claire Hartfield

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By the shore of the sea stands a green oak tree; Upon the tree is a golden chain: And day and night a learned cat Walks around and around on the chain; When he goes to the right he sings a song, When he goes to the left he tells a tale.

A.S. Pushkin. Epigraph from The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden

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They are, [Georgia Tann] said repeatedly, blank slates. They are born untainted, and if you adopt them at an early age and surround them with beauty and culture, they will become anything you wish them to be.

Barbara Bisantz Raymond, The Baby Thief. Epigraph from Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate

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Did you know that in this land of the free and home of the brave there is a great baby market? And the securities which change hands...are not mere engraved slips of paper promising certain financial dividends, but live, kicking, flesh-and-blood babies.

From the article "The Baby Market, The Saturday Evening Post, February 1, 1930. Epigraph from Before We Were Yours by Lisa Wingate

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I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there's something nobody knows about.

Shadow of a Doubt (1943) Epigraph from The Woman in the Window by A. J. Finn

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Time isn't the main thing. It's the only thing.

Miles Davis. Epigraph from When: The Scientific Secrets of Perfect Timing by Daniel H. Pink

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An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom.

Charles Baudelaire. Epigraph from 2666: A Novel by Roberto Bolaño

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Love art in yourself and not yourself in art.

Constantin Stanislavski, Building a Character. Epigraph from A House Among the Trees by Julia Glass

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In the theatre, the tendency for centuries has been to put the actor at a remote distance, on a platform, framed, decorated, lit, painted, in high shoes—so as to help to persuade the ignorant that he is holy, that his art is sacred. Did this express reverence? Or was there behind it a fear that something would be exposed if the light were too bright, the meeting too near?

Peter Brook, The Empty Space. Epigraph from A House Among the Trees by Julia Glass

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Frankly, Wonder Woman is psychological propaganda for the new type of woman who, I believe, should rule the world.

William Moulton Marston, March 1945. Epigraph from The Secret History of Wonder Woman by Jill Lepore.