Accidental Icon Quotes & Sayings

She was unique: there was something abnormal about her, and it was that abnormal something that made her magnetic. — Ken Follett

You wanna get the truth out of me, get me hammered. — Ron White

During those times, only under piles of blankets did she feel substantial enough not to drift away; they kept her weighted down and a part of the world. But eventually her dog's persistence and her own strong will would win over, and she'd drag herself up from the thick bog and go back to her chores and her books, carving the missing days into the wall so they did not escape entirely. — Sere Prince Halverson

Words create conceptions and self-conceptions and ultimately nations. They can start and stop wars. They can would and heal. Choosing words carefully is a moral responsibility. — Amos Oz

As Senator Barbara Mikulski pointed out, We're not a fad, a fancy, or a year. — Gloria Steinem

When it came down to it, one of them called the shots. The other did what he was told. The question is, what if the other is a lot more than one? — Markus Zusak

You're confusing boredom with obsession. — Neal Shusterman

'Downton Abbey' is one of my favourite shows ever - it's just beautifully filmed, and the stories and characters are so wonderful. — Amanda Donohoe

Baby, I was in a war. Of course I get it. That's where all the bad in the world comes from. Guys who like being mean. I was that guy once. We were all that guy, for at least a minute. We had to be. — Judy Blundell

The road to creativity passes ... — Ernest Becker

There is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit. — William S. Burroughs

The idea of equality is inextricably intertwined with the idea of creation. The — Yuval Noah Harari

He had given Cosette a dress of Binche lace that had come down to him from his own grandmother. "These fashions have come round again," he said, "old things are all the rage, and the young women of my old age dress like the old women of my childhood, — Victor Hugo

As the trees turned red, then white, then naked as pitchforks, Margot and Xiao Chen immersed themselves in several forests' worth of pages, and I watched, tortured, as brick after brick of a new development was laid on the wasteland of Midtown West like slabs of gold bullion. — Carolyn Jess-Cooke