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  • #91
    “A leader can bring the solution to people, but sometimes a leader has to bring the people to the solution.”
    Curtis L. Jenkins, Vision to Reality: Stop Working, Start Living

  • #92
    “Knowing your “why” is much more important than setting a random goal.”
    Curtis L. Jenkins, Vision to Reality: Stop Working, Start Living

  • #93
    Sherman Alexie
    “If you let people into your life a little bit, they can be pretty damn amazing.”
    Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

  • #94
    Sherman Alexie
    “He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”
    Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World

  • #95
    Sherman Alexie
    “Life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.”
    Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

  • #96
    Alexis de Tocqueville
    “The American Republic will endure until the day Congress discovers that it can bribe the public with the public's money.”
    Alexis de Tocqueville

  • #97
    Sherman Alexie
    “I grabbed my book and opened it up.

    I wanted to smell it.

    Heck, I wanted to kiss it.

    Yes, kiss it.

    That's right, I am a book kisser.

    Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.
    Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

  • #98
    “As I sat dumbfounded, seemingly paralyzed in my corner, resorting to my old, reliable strategy of scribbling when unsure of how to respond to Sanjit, Sanjit appended his counsel with a dose of silence – one reminiscent to that of a few days prior. The students looked upward and downward, fans to notes to pens to toes, outward and inward, peers to souls, and of course, toward the direction of the perceived elephant in the room, Sanjit’s books. Simultaneously, Sanjit confidently and patiently searched among the students before finding my eyes; once connected, the lesson moved forward.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #99
    “Sanjit says his apartment, the same one in which he grew up, has been flooded many times by the midsummer torrents. For what has been for millennia a primarily agricultural society, rains simultaneously destroy, create, and preserve life in India, similar to the functions of the three premier Hindu gods, Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. Every time Kolkata gets pounded by a cyclone, or when the monsoon first erupts in June (although the recent warming of the Indian Ocean increasingly disturbs a once-consistent timeline), Sanjit never fails to send along a video, his house flooded – seemingly destroyed – but the smiles on his, Bajju’s, or other house-guest’s faces signify just the opposite, having been cooled and relieved of perpetual heat. Flooded, they remain preserved.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #100
    “It is here where education is championed and gratefully pursued as the human right which many in our world classify it to be. For although regarded as a human right, many entitled to education often dismiss its equal standing to other rights of a similar plane: water, food, shelter. Without water, many perish; with education, many complain.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #101
    “In contrast, the gratification and education received from Sanjit’s classes is slow burning, personal, and in a changing world allegedly becoming more attuned to and obsessed with requiring that money spent – especially on education – must yield tangible results, what many would view as a paradoxical dynamic nevertheless persists there, near Park Circus, Kolkata. No grades, no forced accountability, all voluntary learning.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #102
    “To reiterate: not all things need to be finished, and free reading is a prime example of this. Writing – or the composition of words which are intended to be read – just like painting, sculpting, or composing music, is a form of art. Typically, not all art is able to resonate with each and every viewer – or, in this case, reader. If we walk through a museum and see a boring painting, or listen to an album we don’t enjoy, we won’t keep staring at said painting, nor will we listen to the album. So, if we don’t like a book, if we aren’t learning from it, dreaming about it, enjoying its descriptions, pondering its messages, or whatever else may be redeeming about a specific book, why would we waste our time to “just finish it?” Sure, we may add another book to the list of books read, but is more always better?”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #103
    “Of course, I couldn’t explain this vector calculus concept and so, slightly embarrassed in front of Rahul and the other Bengali students, I told Sanjit just that; he had cornered me, and honesty emerged as my only option. Simultaneous to my humiliating disclosure of the truth, Sanjit gradually inched toward where I was sitting. After hearing my reply, he slowly returned to his teacher stool and whiteboard, his back turned away from the class, the suspense building and his words impending, before turning around and breaking into speech, “Don’t trust your interior monologue. If you are asked something and you know it, then express or demonstrate it. Don’t just nod or say yes because then you are lying to yourself. Any ass can say yes, but not all asses can express it.” I modified my first impression: Sanjit was full of explicit aphorisms. Humbled, those words encouragingly rang between my ears for quite some time.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #104
    “We proceeded to make way across the mighty Hooghly River, a monstrous offshoot of the Ganges, where we contemplated for a moment, our thoughts seemingly caught in the roaring southward current; there we gazed, toward where the city transitions into mangrove jungle, and somewhere a bit further to the southwest where all the rivers split infinitely like capillaries, where those famous Bengal tigers trod among the sunderbans. Peering in that direction, Bajju gripped the vertical bars just above the horizontal pedestrian railing, breathing slowly and silently, knees locked, still, despite being on arguably the busiest and loudest bridge in the world.”
    Colin Phelan, The Local School

  • #105
    “Don't wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.”
    Sara Henderson

  • #106
    Sarah Dessen
    “Silence is so freaking loud”
    Sarah Dessen, Just Listen

  • #107
    Sara Evans
    “I know my heart will never be the same
    But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
    Sara Evans

  • #108
    Sara Shepard
    “Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.”
    Sara Shepard

  • #109
    Sara Teasdale
    “Stephen kissed me in the spring,
    Robin in the fall,
    But Colin only looked at me
    And never kissed at all.

    Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
    Robin’s lost in play,
    But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
    Haunts me night and day.”
    Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

  • #110
    Sara Shepard
    “I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything." -A”
    Sara Shepard, Pretty Little Liars

  • #111
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “If Adam were honest with himself, which he rarely was, he’d come to terms with the fact that beyond his work and the view, he was floundering a bit. His plan had been to take the insurance money, leave his old life behind, and start completely over somewhere new. A place where memories didn’t lurk around every corner.
    He hadn’t figured on the memories coming along with him.”
    Kirsten Fullmer

  • #112
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “From the antique Persian rugs covering the gleaming hardwood floors to the molded tin ceilings and ornate chandeliers, the house was a showstopper. Throughout its long life, no one had allowed this home to fall into disrepair. Every detail of the wainscoting, every pocket door, every window, floor tile, and bathtub was original to the house.”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Trouble on Main Street

  • #113
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “Adam offered her a heart-melting smile and a wink, then headed for the door. With his hand on the door, he paused and turned back.
    Heidi’s eyes jumped up from his butt to his face.”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Trouble on Main Street

  • #114
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “Heidi's role as grand master was to monitor all the women and to manage their locations and communication. Even though she’d done this many times on multiple missions, her heartbeat still pounded in her ears.”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Trouble on Main Street

  • #115
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “Monique bit at the side of lip. “He’s pretty active, I don’t want to impose…”
    Tony stood and scooped up the puppy. “No, seriously, I’d love a little company.”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

  • #116
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “Where did you see him?” Heidi asked.
    “At the grocery store,” Mildred replied. “He was picking out a cantaloupe. Of course, I had to give him some tips. He was about to pick one that wasn’t anywhere near ripe.” The women tossed each other knowing looks.”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

  • #117
    Kirsten Fullmer
    “The big question was, what all was this society up to? They’d certainly been in and out of his office, as well as accidently running into him all around town. Had he inadvertently missed what this group of ladies knew? And worse yet, had he given himself away?”
    Kirsten Fullmer, Problems at the Pub

  • #118
    Charles Dickens
    “Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.”
    Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

  • #119
    Charles Dickens
    “My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.”
    Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

  • #120
    Charles Dickens
    “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.”
    Charles Dickens, David Copperfield



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