Anderbo Quotes & Sayings

The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen. — Lee Iacocca

A Book I Can Put Down

I'm halfway through
and I've gotten used
to the way it wants
to be read. This writer
wants to spoon it up,
wants to watch me
swallow it. This writer
makes a point of good
deeds, clean living,
god and country,
when what I want
is sin and shame,
the rusty metal edge
of cruelty, varieties
of pain, his mother
still crying years later,
just like mine. I want
a writer who's given up
on the moral of the story,
one who'll hand me
a knife and sit back
to see what I do with it.

(Published in Anderbo) — Antonia Clark

Go out and find your own stories.That is what I want to tell you. — Gloria Steinem

I serve My Story.
I do not serve one Country.
Religion of Blue Circle
The Neverending Story
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
September 13, 2016 — Petra Hermans

Philosophy is the science which considers truth. — Aristotle.

If somebody doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do to make that person like you. — Edmund Carpenter

It's very important for us all to understand that we are interconnected and we need to hold hands together, especially when the going gets tough. — Michelle Yeoh

It's impossible to work under conditions where they confused negativity with objectivity. You can't fool the fans. — Marv Albert

Karou was plagued by the notion that she wasn't whole. She didn't know what this meant, but it was a lifelong feeling, a sensation akin to having forgotten something. She'd tried describing it to Issa once, when she was a girl. It's like you're standing in the kitchen, and you know you went in there for a reason, but you can't think of what that reason is, no matter what. — Laini Taylor

Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics — Elie Saab

It makes no sense economically that public money goes to help foreign workers and migrants in a region where unemployment is higher than national average. — Marion Marechal-Le Pen

it was too late, the buildings were falling to dust, eaten by the invisible jaws of quantum desintegrators, and hostiles had ringed the city in deadly mechas. that void of obliteration plucked me away from any kind of hope. no warning was made, only the halo of plasma guns juicing up behind walls of lifeless wreck. and then i was buried in the dirt left only for the gods to remember — Unknown

He Sipped his coffee, watched the flames. "You gave me my life, you did," He insisted when Summerset made a protesting sound. "And I worked-in my fashion- to build this place. I asked you to tend it for me. You've never let me down. But I needed her. The one thing, the only thing that could make this place home."
"She's not what I would have chosen for you"
"Oh, that I know"
"But she's right for you. The one for you." Despite, or maybe due to, her many flaws"
"I imagine she thinks the same thing about you".
Memory in Death, Roarke and Summerset — J.D. Robb