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We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0East of Eden<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0John Steinbeck<\/a><\/p>\n She carried her pocket Shakespeare about with her, and met life fortified by the words of the poets.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Night and Day<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Virginia Woolf<\/a><\/p>\n How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections?<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Adam Bede<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n “She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her `Ode to an Expiring Frog,’ sir.” <\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Pickwick Papers<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charles Dickens<\/a><\/p>\n