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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

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"The man died in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny"

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

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But while I have him, I'll fight tooth and nail to keep us safe. Whatever it takes.

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

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"These humans. With their brief lives and their tiny dreams and their hopes that seem as fragile as glass. Until you see them by starlight, that is..."

Illuminae by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

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Triad Three Separate highways Intersect at a place No reasonable person Would ever want to go. Three Lives that would have Been cut short, if not For hasty interventions By loved ones. Or Fate. Three People, with nothing At all in common Except age, proximity, And a wish to die. Three Tapestries, tattered At the edges and come Inwoven to reveal A single mutual thread.

Impulse by Ellen Hopkins

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We Hear That life was good Before she Met The monster, But those page flips Went down before Our collective Cognition. Kristina Wrote That chapter of her History before we Were even whispers In her womb. The monster shaped Our Lives, without our even Touching it. Read on If you dare. This Memoir Isn't pretty.

Fallout by Ellen Hopkins

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Walking with the Monster Life Was radical Right after I met The monster. Later, life Became Harder, Complicated. Ultimately, A living Hell, Like swimming Against a riptide, Walking The wrong Direction in the fast Lane of the freeway, Waking From sweetest Dreams to find yourself In the middle of a Nightmare.

Glass by Ellen Hopkins

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...he talked About how every word an author writes Causes ripples, like tossing a stone Into a pond. And you don't know where They'll go, or who they'll touch, or when They might come back to you. I think Everything you do is kind of like that, too.

Tilt by Ellen Hopkins

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Perfect? How Do you define a word without Concrete meaning? To each His own, the saying goes, so Why Push to attain an ideal State of being that no two Random people will agree is Where You want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People Can never be these, and anyway, When Did creating a flawless facade Become a more vital goal Than learning to love the person Who Lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you What Is perfect.

Perfect by Ellen Hopkins

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Interesting Question Don't you think? I mean, if the Supreme Being inserts a single soul Ah the moment of conception, Does that essence divide Itself? Does each half then Strive to become whole Again, like a starfish Or an earthworm? Or might the soul clone itself, Create a perfect imitation Of something yet to be Defined? In this way, Can a reflection be altered? Or does the Maker, In fact, choose To place two Separate souls within A single cell, to spark The skirmish that ultimately Causes such an unlikely rift? Do twins begin in the womb? Or in a better place?

Identical by Ellen Hopkins

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Did You Ever When you were little, endure Your parents' warnings, then wait For them to leave the room, Pry loose the protective covers And consider inserting some metal Object into an electrical outlet? Did you wonder if for once You might light up the room? When you were big enough To cross the street on your own, Did you ever wait for a signal, Hear the frenzied approach Of a fire truck and feel like Stepping out in front of it? Did you wonder just how far That rocket ride might take you? When you were almost grown, Did you ever sit in a bubble bath, Perspiration pooling, Notice a blow-dryer plugged In within easy reach, and think About dropping it into the water? Did you wonder if the expected Rush might somehow fail you? And now, do you ever dangle Your toes over the precipice, Dare the cliff to crumble, Defy the frozen dirty to suffer The sun, thaw feather and bone, Take wing to fly you home? I, Pattyn Scarlet Von Stratten, do.

Burned by Ellen Hopkins

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Without warning Sometimes You're traveling A highway, the only road You've ever known, And wham! A semi Comes from nowhere And rolls right over you. Sometimes You don't wake up. But if you happen To, you know things Will never be The same. Sometimes That's not So bad. Sometimes Lives intersect, No rhyme, no reason, Except, perhaps. For a passing semi.

Impulse by Ellen Hopkins