Annalee Fery Quotes & Sayings

She nailed it to the wall with her well-aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

America: A place where Realists have the freedom to be Idealists. — Dortha Jackson

Only fanatics - in religion as well as in politics - can find a meaning in someone else's death. — Elie Wiesel

I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing. — Alice Hoffman

With 'New Rose Hotel,' I knew that I was getting paid a $100,000 fee to write, produce, and direct, and that's all I was going to get. — Abel Ferrara

After a week, it's better. I miss her. I mourn her. But some peace has returned. She had been so unattainable - so young, so much a citizen of a different era - that it is hard to feel fully deprived. — Scott Turow

Sugar is responsible for a lot of deaths. Arguably more than crack cocaine. — Guy Ritchie

In having a purpose. I could feel it hardening up my bones and thickening my blood. I felt older and smarter than anyone else I knew. I could do anything, anything at all. — Carol Rifka Brunt

Oppressed people are frequently very oppressive when first liberated. They know but two positions: somebody's foot on their neck or their foot on somebody's neck. — Florynce Kennedy

I lay back on my bunk and thought about people I love, and how lucky I was to be white and not poor and just passing briefly through a system which is a permanent hell for so many. — Howard Zinn

For a lot of people, becoming an author is a change in occupation ... they are coming from something that totally has nothing to do with this. If they are expecting to come into a room full of people praising them, then they are in the wrong place. — Eric Jerome Dickey

I'm not a guy who sees the desire to transform with each part; I'm not a piece of clay. — Jake M. Johnson

Life with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear,
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is. — Robert Browning