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The Turn of the Screw by Henry James

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3.0

“No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I don’t fear!”
Contra los hijos by Lina Meruane

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4.0

“Presten atención: a cada logro feminista ha seguido un retroceso, a cada golpe femenino un contragolpe social destinado a domar los impulsos centrífugos de la liberación.”
The Lottery and Other Stories by Shirley Jackson

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4.0

“Everything was quiet and lovely in the sunlight, the peaceful sky, the gentle line of the hills. Mrs. Walpole closed her eyes, suddenly feeling the harsh hands pulling her down, the sharp points closing in on her throat.”
El fuego verde by Verónica Murguía

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3.0

“También se contagió de la exaltación del poeta por el honor y la sobria majestad de los reyes de las historias. El arrojo, el honor, la caridad y, sobre todo, la idea luminosa y tersa de la lealtad, valores conocidos solamente de forma instintiva por ella, tomaron forma y hasta rostro en las largas sesiones de lectura que sostenía con Demne.
La guerra, y eso no podía explicarlo, era una en los poemas y otra en la vida real.”
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin

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1.0

“I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults of the first.”
Lore Olympus, Season 1 by

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Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

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5.0

“I think we ought to live happily ever after”
Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982 by Cho Nam-joo

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5.0

“Jiyoung, don’t stay out of trouble. Run wild! Run wild, you hear me?”
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

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5.0

“Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate, people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death.”
Lobo by Bibiana Camacho

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3.0

“Según las Belugas, los cerros conservaban los sonidos del pasado y, a veces, de pura costumbre, los emitían de nuevo como reclamo de nostalgia.”