Beyond the queues, the vacancy screens listed jobs in a multitude of languages. Invariably, they were low-paid and short-term dead-ends. Nearby, people in headphones sat at a bank of machines: the blind and the illiterate force-fed with ‘opportunities’ by soothing machine voices. On the far wall, in large print, a poster declared: BEGGARS CANNOT BE CHOOSERS. Mark Cantrell
Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles
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Tahereh Mafi
The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.
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Lois Lowry
...they come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead( The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk,...
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Mira Grant
Knowledge, absolutely sure of its infallibility, is faith
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Yevgeny Zamyatin
The more I write stories for young people, and the more young readers I meet, the more I'm struck by how much kids long to see themselves in stories. To see their identities and perspectives–their avatars–on the page. Not as issues to be addressed or...
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Paolo Bacigalupi
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Eric, you need to look at the whole picture, " the PM said. "You look at the jobless as a huge pile of scrap and you're looking for what can be recycled. That's good. That's your job. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>But what you don't realise is...
If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a manifest of wisdom and knowledge, self-doubt and awareness, folly and foible, all transmitted through the generations. Books amplified the light of...
AND where did the books go when the world turned against them? When the flames of wrath blackened their pages and erased the words, they fled to find solace and redemption in the dark places of the world.“ They were exiled into darkness so their...
We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of the human mind, so that they might re-ignite the hearths around which we once found safe haven. The book is the...
Beyond the queues, the vacancy screens listed jobs in a multitude of languages. Invariably, they were low-paid and short-term dead-ends. Nearby, people in headphones sat at a bank of machines: the blind and the illiterate force-fed with ‘opportunities’ by soothing machine voices. On the far...
