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The Great Gatsby

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

—F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

“I agreed. By this time the drink was beginning to cut the acid and my hallucinations were down to a tolerable level. The room service waiter had a vaguely reptilian cast to his features, but I was no longer seeing huge pterodactyls lumbering around the corridors in pools of fresh blood. The only problem now was a gigantic neon sign outside the window, blocking our view of the mountains -- millions of colored balls running around a very complicated track, strange symbols & filigree, giving off a loud hum....

‘Look outside,’ I said.

‘Why?’

‘There's a big ... machine in the sky, ... some kind of electric snake ... coming straight at us.’

‘Shoot it,’ said my attorney.

‘Not yet,’ I said. ‘I want to study its habits.’”

―Hunter S. Thompson 

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Tales of the City

“The last was on Russian Hill. Mary Ann arrived there at four-thirty.

The house was on Barbary Lane, a narrow, wooded walkway off Leavenworth between Union and Filbert. It was a well-weathered, three-story structure made of brown shingles. It made Mary Ann think of an old bear with bits of foliage caught in its fur. She liked it instantly.

The landlady was a fiftyish woman in a plum-colored kimono.

‘I’m Mrs. Madrigal,’ she said cheerfully. ‘As in medieval.’”

—Armistead Maupin

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Hey Nostradamus!

“What else? What else? It’s better to eat lots of meals throughout the day instead of just three. Also, if you want to get close to somebody, you have to tell him or her something intimate about yourself. They’ll tell you something intimate in return, and if you keep this going, maybe you’ll end up in love.”

—Douglas Coupland

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The Secret History

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.” 

―Donna Tartt

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Unseen City

“Paying attention to the minutiae of how a tree grows sounds like the most boring possible occupation. Watch paint try, and at least it’s over in a few hours. Trees can grow for centuries. But Nancy Ross Hugo and Robert Llewellyn, the creators of the remarkable book Seeing Trees, found that they actually couldn’t keep up with the trees in their backyards. If you look at the big picture—the tree as it’s growing—nothing happens. If, however, you notice the details—the leaves emerging, the flowers forming, the fruits bursting from the flowers—then threes seethe with action.”

—Nathanael Johnson

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Tropic of Cancer

“I believe that today more than ever a book should be sought after even if it has only one great page in it. We must search for fragments, splinters, toenails, anything that has ore in it, anything that is capable of resuscitating the body and the soul.” 

―Henry Miller

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The Wild Party

The candles sputtered: their flames were gay; And the shadows leapt back out of the way. The party began to get going. The laughter rang shriller: The talk boomed louder: The women's faces showed flushed through powder; And the men's faces were glowing. The room was hung with streamers of smoke. It billowed; curled: Swung; swirled: Poured towards the candle flames And broke. Eyes flashed, Glistened: Everyone talked: Few listened. Crash! A glass smashed; And a woman swore, Shrank back Abashed.

—Joseph Moncure March