279206904 Quotes & Sayings

I've been told by a few people at conferences I have a rather academic approach to the subject matter that makes it easy for people to ask questions. I think some genre writers feel the need to "sell" or defend what they do, and so when a door opens to discuss their genre, regardless of what that genre is, they tend to get almost pushy. I'm comfortable with what I write. It is part of who I am. I don't really need to sell it. But if I'm asked, I'll explain it. — Julie Ann Dawson

The music of the Gypsies belongs in the sphere of improvisation rather than in any other, without which it would have no power to exist. — Franz Liszt

It's hard to imagine the revenue from selling the prints will cover the cost of lost goodwill. — Stewart Butterfield

Never check your religion at the door. Not ever. — Jeffrey R. Holland

Well, that's just what I'm talking about. All Maslow would need to do is rub against your legs and start purring, and you'd immediately forget all this Hitler/Card nonsense. No one does PR like a cat. Why do you think I'm so desperate to hire him? — Manny Rayner

The thing is that I am a member of that sad, ever-dwindling minority ... the child of an unbroken home. I have carried this albatross since the age of eleven, when I started at grammar school. Not a day would pass without somebody I knew turning out to be adopted or illegitimate, or to have mothers who were about to hare off with some bloke, or to have dead fathers and shabby stepfathers. What busy lives they led. How I envied their excuses for introspection, their ear-marked receptacles for every just antagonism and noble loyalty. — Martin Amis

It is not the voice that commands the story; it is the ear. — Italo Calvino

I've attained my mass basically by training hard and very, very heavy. — Ronnie Coleman

For Ryan's Daughter I used a total of eight harps, something that was, at least, weird. — Maurice Jarre

We do not have to make the Bible relevant - it already is! But we do have to show its relevance. — Rick Warren

I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow;
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.

But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.

- London — William Blake

If an opportunity does not knock why not build a door? — Gloria D. Gonsalves