Almanac South Quotes & Sayings

All the same, writing honestly is very difficult. The more I try to be honest, the farther my words sink into darkness. — Haruki Murakami

"Thinking" is not something we talk about. — Joseph Barrell

Doctrine divides, but doctrine also unites. It binds together the hearts of God's people who celebrate the truth of God together. — R.C. Sproul

I would like to do a lot more of it, I feel comfortable with it and basically it's all in the writing. I'm not a personality type actor, I need a good script in order to be funny, but it's definitely something that I like doing. — Ray Liotta

The assumption of all education is that learning will be directed toward constructive ends and I'm convinced that colleges should support students in their determination to be useful, self-sufficient, and productive. — Ernest L. Boyer

Even at summer time, I'm still jacket shopping. I've always found that if you find a really nice leather jacket you kind of just go with it because they're timeless. — Shaun White

One of the most brilliant Russian writers of the twentieth century, Yevgeny Zamyatin belongs to the tradition in Russian literature represented by Gogol, Leskov, Bely, Remizov, and, in certain aspects of their work, also by Babel and Bulgakov. It is a tradition, paradoxically, of experimenters and innovators. Perhaps the principal quality that unites them is their approach to reality and its uses in art - the refusal to be bound by literal fact, the interweaving of reality and fantasy, the transmutation of fact into poetry, often grotesque, oblique, playful, but always expressive of the writer's unique vision of life in his own, unique terms. — Mirra Ginsburg

I've always thought of the western as American storytelling at its best. — Kiefer Sutherland

What we so admire and call "single minded dedication" was really "obsessive self-involvement". What in that exactly is admirable? — Harlan Coben

A sin is two sins when it is defended. — Henry Smith

Kylie watched as his shirttail upward, exposing a very hard abdomen. The hem of his shirt inched higher, and she took in the cutest inny belly button she'd ever seen. And then his chest. Solid. Hard. A few drops of water glistened against his skin. Hear heart beat to the sound of passion again. — C.C. Hunter