Are Stories Italicized Or In Quotes & Sayings

I travel a lot. A lot, a lot. I don't have a single passport that doesn't have extra pages on it. — Bo Derek

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Abraham Zogoiby covered his face that night in August 1939 because he had been assailed by fear, [ ... ] a sudden apprehension that the ugliness of life might defeat its beauty; that love did not make lovers invulnerable. Nevertheless, he thought, even if the world's beauty and love were on the edge of destruction, theirs would still be the only side to be on; defeated love would still be love, hate's victory would not make it other than it was. — Salman Rushdie

She thought, watching him, 'I am in a bath, naked in a bath with no bubbles, and a man is washing me; my reputation is doomed and to hell with it. I've been to hell and all I wanted in it was to be alive for this man. Who carried me out of it. — Ariana Franklin

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? — Helene Cixous

I want a language that speaks the truth. — Studs Terkel

I'm very pessimistic about the future of the human species. We have been so indifferent to life on the whole that it will take its toll. It's not just the polar bears that are having a hard time; what we're doing is gradually impoverishing and poisoning the whole of the rest of life. — W.S. Merwin

It happened again this week. Hundreds of people had to be evacuated from O'Hare Airport in Chicago. Seems every time somebody went through with a weapon, the metal detectors accidentally went off. — Jay Leno

When I hear someone's in the civil rights business, I oil up my AR-25. — Michael Savage

I'm the worst tweeter ever. I don't know what I'm doing. I really don't. — Megyn Kelly

After my bedroom, this was my favourite place in the world. It was carpeted, and had heavy bookcases and ticking clocks and velvet chairs, just like someone's living room. It smelled of unturned pages and unseen adventures, and on every shelf were people I had yet to meet, and places I had yet to visit. Each time, I lost myself in the corridors of books and the polished, wooden rooms, deciding which journey to go on next. Mrs — Joanna Cannon

It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began. — Neil Gaiman

Destiny is no more than the fulfillment of purposive potentialities within us. The human cerebral cortex is a single sheet composed of more neurons than there are stars in the known universe folded like a paper crane to fit in a quart-sized cubbyhole; there is enough potential energy in a single person that if released would equal thirty hydrogen bombs. Destiny is nothing to sneeze at! — Brian McGreevy

Indeed her entire presence seemed confused. She walked into rooms and stopped cold, looking around like she didn't recognize her own house. She paused in the middle of a sentence, searching for a word, perplexed it wasn't there. Her eyes looked either stunned or exhausted. She held a book in her lap but turned no pages. She said she wanted to go to bed. Then she tossed and turned. — Suanne Laqueur