Happy Halloween! Here’s your Quote of the day!


By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

William Shakespeare

Happy Halloween! Stage lore has it that Shakespeare’s witchy tragedy, Macbeth, is cursed. Thespians refuse to utter the title inside a theater, calling it instead, “the Scottish play.” What’s your favorite spooky story?


Quote of the day!


The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.

Ezra Pound

October 30, 1885: Though Ezra Pound wrote some epic poems, he is also well known for the two-line work, In a Station of the Metro. In its first incarnation, the poem was 30 lines. Later, he reduced it to 15. Finally, a year later, he boiled it down to these 14 words.

Quote of the day!


To me the purpose of art is to produce something alive…but with a separate, and of course one hopes, with an everlasting life of its own.

Henry Green

October 29, 1905: British author Henry Green’s laconically-titled novels include the books Living, Loving, and Party Going. The son of a wealthy industrialist, he oversaw a family factory while producing books that fellow writers such as W.H. Auden and Eudora Welty admired immensely. He was born 108 years ago today.

Quote of the day!


The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.

Anne Perry

October 28, 1938: Happy 75th birthday, Anne Perry! She now writes successful detective novels, but Perry has a criminal past of her own. She was born Juliet Hulme and was convicted for her role in the 1954 murder of her friend’s mother. Their story was told in the movie Heavenly Creatures.

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Quote of the day!


Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

Pat Conroy

October 26, 1945: Happy 68th birthday, Pat Conroy! The best-selling writer’s first novel was The Boo, a self-published collection of stories about cadet life, inspired by his years at the Citadel.

Quote of the day!


Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow…

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale

October 24, 1788: American writer Sarah Josepha Buell Hale was inspired to write the nursery rhyme, Mary Had a Little Lamb, after a young student of hers was followed to school by a pet lamb. She also helped get Thanksgiving recognized as a United States holiday.

Quote of the day!


Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

Ursula K. Le Guin

October 21, 1929: Happy 84th birthday, Ursula K. Le Guin! The pioneering fantasy writer’s parents were also respected writers. Her mother, Theodora Kroeber, wrote a popular book about Ishi, then thought to be the last member of the Native American Yahi tribe.

Quote of the day!

Hope everyone’s having a wonderful Saturday wherever you are! Here’s your quote of the day! Enjoy!


I have consistently loved books that I’ve read when I’ve been sick in bed.

Tracy Chevalier

October 19, 1962: Happy 51st birthday, Tracy Chevalier! Her best-selling novel, Girl with a Pearl Earring, was based on a painting by Johannes Vermeer. The writer bought a poster of the painting as a teenager.