Bandesal De El Quotes & Sayings

Among all these stupid pretty women she had such a sense of power, of knowing almost everything better than they did. — Edith Wharton

At a certain point, you have to convince the actors that you've done the right thing. The way I work, if I can't convince them, I've got to move on. I can't coerce them or browbeat them. — Harold Ramis

It's really important to me to go to church, which is sometimes tough when I get back from road trips late on Saturday night, but I try to make it a priority to go every week. — Jeremy Lin

A revolutionary should neither look or act like one to get ahead in Canada. — Preston Manning

Law without reason is criminal. — Criss Jami

Mother, death, love -- everyone shares, unequally, those three poles of fascination. — Kamel Daoud

If you can't trust your coke dealer, who can you trust? — Chelsea Handler

Frankly, anybody who's going to kill themselves because of a bad review has no business writing a novel in the first place. — Robert Galbraith

Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest. — Hermann Hesse

The Ploughmen is as good a book as I've read in years. Kim Zupan's language is as rich as Cormac McCarthy's, and like Cormac's, it comes from ground-zero of the heart. I'm also reminded of James Lee Burke's sure-footed prose and delight in metaphor. Luminous ... nothing short of brilliant ... a firstnovel that leaves me impatient for the next. — Rick DeMarinis

A body - physical, astral, dead - might be treated as an object, might be adored and hated. So this story has emerged from the material that the body is. — Malgorzata Szumowska

The future happens. No matter how much we scream. — Derek Walcott

I am a poet
writing frenetic free verse
I am pretentious — Michael H. Hanson

A speck of saliva flew from Ida's mouth onto Ester's lower lip. When Ida released Ester's arm and left the toilets, Ester wiped her mouth and reapplied her lipstick, but still she felt it there, the fleck of spit. In the hours which followed, Ester put her mouth to the rims of countless champagne glasses and wine glasses and shot glasses, but still she felt that spack of saliva clinging on. And even hours later, when Ester and Bernard were alone in bed and he was kissing her, all she could think about was Ida's spit on her lip, as if it were still there, pressed between her mouth and Bernard's like a cold sore. — Alison Moore