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It is very unnerving to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?

The Reptile Room, Lemony Snickert

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For Cheryl - my daughter, whose tantrums really aren't that bad

Ogre, Ogre, Piers Anthony

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For James, who gave me a mango and threw me in the water.

Coldwater, Mardi McConnochie

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To caffeine and sugar, my companions through many a long night of writing.

Ship of Magic, Robb Hobb

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TO MOTHER who was more or less like All mothers, but she was mine, —and so— She excelled

Djuna Barnes: Book of Repulsive Women

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For Scott, who always believes

Matched, Ally Condie

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This one is for Stephen. The idea for this book was suggested by a boy in a school I was visiting, who asked me to write a book called The Moving Castle. I wrote down his name, and put it in such a safe place, that I have been unable to find it ever since. I would like to thank him very much.

Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

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That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.

Chuck Palahniuk (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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This is presented as a work of fiction and dedicated to nobody

Post Office, Charles Bukowski 

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Dedicated to bad writing

Pulp, Charles Bukowski 

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I dedicate this book to the memory of other campfires in the jungle; and to my simply friends of the forest, both human and animal, with whom I have spent many happy days and nights.

Tales From The Indian Jungle, Kenneth Anderson

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Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

Diary, Chuck Palahniuk

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You're dead, sir," one of his two enlisted men explained. Doc Daneeka jerked his head up quickly with resentful distrust. "What's that?" "You're dead, sir," repeated the other. That's probably the reason you always feel so cold." "That's right, sir. You've probably been dead all this time and we just didn't detect it."

Catch-22, Joseph Heller

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Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.

Diary, Chuck Palahniuk

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Of course you're dying. We're all dying. Where the devil else do you think you're heading?

Catch-22, Joseph Heller

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblence to any real people (living, dead, or stolen by fairies), or to any real animals, gods, witches, countries, and events (magical or otherwise) is just blind luck, or so we hope.

The Books of Magic, Neil Gaiman

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For Beatrice - No one could extinguish my love, or your house

The Penultimate Peril, Lemony Snicket