I used the same reading rules as for the first 100.
For this list, I chose to focus on three types of books:
- Books I wanted to read that could loosely be termed a 'classic'
- Books accepted as 'classics' that missed the first list
- Books by authors underrepresented in 'classic' lit (e.g., women, queer authors, international authors, authors of color, politically repressed authors)
101) Hotel New Hampshire - John Irving (Wednesday, January 6, 2016)
- Keep passing the open windows.
- Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.
- His shame inhabited our house as pervasively and invisibly as the aromatic musk of aging mahogany.
- From time to time, someone read along with me and blogged their thoughts. Here is my sibling Logan's blog-along.
- There was no room in God's army for the coward heart.
- To be born again, first you have to die. To land upon the bosomy earth, first one needs to fly!
- Have you a stout heart? Nerves fit for sliding panels and tapestry?
- No zoot suits and no jitterbugs, please.
- Would it be so awful if we all stayed here in this beautiful house?
- Take care of thyself, gentle Yahoo!
- Put me down easy, Janie, Ah'm a cracked plate.
- Here with the child in the trees, all things seemed possible and true.
- It has always been my belief that I, too, will die by violence. I have done all that I can to be prepared.
- Take heed, Oliver, take heed!
- Clara the Clairvoyant could interpret dreams.
- I shall witness for Bigger Thomas.
- Once there had been a man who cursed the rain clouds, a man of monstrous dreams.
- Why is a raven like a writing-desk?
- Playing with time and space is a dangerous game.
- I want you to show them the difference between what they think you are and what you can be.
- They have not got nine in Swaheli.
- Can a man who's warm understand one who's freezing?
- We can't change the world with violence. Only with ideas.
- Surely the time will come when we are people again, and not just Jews.
- On ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
- A scarlet sin is a blab-mouth thing.
- The only way to know how long you are lost in the darkness is to be saved from it.
- Maybe once you could play basketball but you can't do anything now.
- What kind of life can we have in this room?
- You really couldn't say you knew Mom.
- I have come to distinguish what is really in me from what I foolishly imagined to be there.
- Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
- From time to time, someone read along with me and blogged their thoughts. Here is my friend Daniel-ay's blog-along.
- You will see what it is to be a king.
- What you have done will not please the Earth.
- How brave do you need to be to satisfy yourself?
- I used to be in a very revolutionary mood, but now I think that we'll gain nothing by violence.
- They were strangers who had met in a chance encounter. They had known each other before Life began.
- She comprehended the perversity of life, that in the struggle lies the joy.
- We were careless and wild, and I suppose we could be thought of as a sign of the life the war was being fought to preserve.
- Woman must have spunks to live in this wicked world.
- My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
- Did the wind-up bird forget to wind your spring?
- What is freedom to a nation, but freedom to the individuals in it?
- Of all the people in all the world, the Clutters were the least likely to be murdered.
- Each night, without fail, she prayed for blue eyes.
- The First Envoy to a world always comes alone. One alien is a curiosity, two are an invasion.
- Four generations had not sufficed to blend the hostile blood of the Normans and Anglo-Saxons.
- He had agreed with each of them in turn, though what it was they wanted him to sanction he did not know.
- As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.
- I counted Rikki's storms just like I counted God's.
- He is not well! Why else would Gregor miss a train?
- And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.
- You will not regret the time passed on board my vessel. You are going to visit the land of marvels.
- You must not stop because you can't go on, but you must go on because you can't stop.
- Many women were sheltered beneath his shade.
- Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each other's hearts.
- Are these creatures everywhere? Has the earth been given over to them?
- I don't have a name for the thing that happened to me, but I don't feel safe any more.
- I needed to be alone so that he could come back.
- They were a curious family, a law to themselves, separate from the world, isolated, a small republic set in invisible bounds.
- These are old secrets. They will come out like wisdom teeth when the time is right.
- You are the way and the wayfarers.
- Should they not stop and laugh instead before their hands have turned blood red?
- He began to think that who you are when you're with somebody may matter more than whether you love her.
- From time to time, someone read along with me and blogged their thoughts. Here is my friend Elizabeth's blog-along.
- Oh! How lucky you are that there is somebody who loves you!
- It's such a frightfully easy thing to do. If one's the type, all that's needed is a little nerve.
- He was older than the days he had seen and the breaths he had drawn.
- Listen, get this: I don't believe in anything.
- We can't stay here. Everywhere I go is dangerous!
- Once gone, who shall find me?
- They made me afraid of everything! Why don't I tell the truth about myself?
- Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear.
- The universe knows someone is missing, and slowly it attempts to replace him.
- The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
- Henry had always said that he wanted to be a better master than any white man he had ever known.
- It is true that one is always aware of the lake in Fingerbone, or the deeps of the lake, the lightless, airless waters below.
- To understand just one life, you have to swallow the world.
- Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.
- Most women were interfering in their ways.
- What quality of will must a Negro possess to live and die with dignity in a country that denied his humanity?
- She wanted something to happen - something, anything; she did not know what.
- Don't you know that putting yourself in the position for disaster is the surest way in the world to bring it about?
- Ah, I have heard of a Revolution, but I have been too busy in my life to attend to it. There was always the land.
- Is it a crime to try and look my best when you come here?
- I still thought of myself as a man just passing through.
- We don't feel the cold.
- She, too, was going that very night to kindle and illuminate; to give her party.
- Little girls, they leave their hearts at home when they walk outside. Hearts are so precious. They don't want to lose them.
- Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
- Behind him's the fawn. Before him's the buck.
- But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and then you get through that one and then, my god, there's another.
- I was hoping you could make me feel better, say the right thing. Suggest some kind of remedy.
- Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly!
- Sometimes one meets a woman who is beast turning human.
- I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever.
- Memory returned like spring.
- Tout est bien, tout va bien, tout va le mieux qu'il soit possible. [All's well, all's going well, all's going the best it possibly could.]
- Do you now know what it's like to risk your one and only self?
- Sometimes it's a little better to travel than to arrive.
- We'd never have got through if I hadn't been so strong.
- Not easy to sentence a man to death, was their unvoiced remark. Who could speak of what it would do to your dreams?
- What would it feel like to be 'free'?
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