Arseneau Quotes & Sayings

Power is not a material possession that can be given, it is the ability to act. Power must be taken, it is never given. — William Powell

I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then the past seemed ten times closer than it was. — John Fowles

Music is not my life. Christ is my life. — Jeremy Camp

Poetry takes courage because you have to face things and you try to articulate how you feel. — Edward Hirsch

The bureaucracy is a circle from which one cannot escape. Its hierarchy is a hierarchy of knowledge. The top entrusts the understanding of detail to the lower levels, whilst the lower levels credit the top with understanding of the general, and so all are mutually deceived. — Karl Marx

Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody ... .. — Sam Cooke

She has given me a way out. — Alison Bechdel

The letters dance before my eyes. Who am I? — Patrick Modiano

I use the word mystery,rather than magic.
I love magic.
something magic was always going to happen. When it did, it never did anything but land me in trouble.
MYSTERY is the depth of the sacred.
Page 33 coming home to my self — Marion Woodman

I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories. — Matsuo Basho

I'd guess that you have some purpose to fulfill and that is why you were saved. But don't get a swelled head over it. A cabbage has a purpose when someone needs to make soup. — Nancy Farmer

She got right in my face. Yes, you. You're a coward, Percy Jackson! — Rick Riordan

They wear masks that hide how hairy they are on the inside. — Benjamin Percy

Gemma Davidson," she answered, her voice as groggy as I felt.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Who is this?"
"Elvis."
"What time is it?"
"Hammer time?"
"Charley."
"Did you text me? Did your car break down?"
"No and no. Why are you doing this to me?" She was funny.
"Check your cell."
I heard a loud, sleepy sigh, some rustling of sheets, then, "It won't come on."
"Not at all?"
"No. What did you do to it?"
"I ate it for breakfast. Check the battery compartment."
"Where the hell is that?"
"Um, behind the battery door."
"Are you punking me?" I heard her fumbling with the phone.
"Gem, if I was going to punk you, I wouldn't simply turn off your phone. I would pour honey in your hair while you slept. Or, you know, something like that."
"That was you?" she asked, appalled. — Darynda Jones