Baratoma Quotes & Sayings

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life. — D.A. Botta

'The Office' is less a comedy than so many other 'comedies' that have been on the air. It's really about the balance between what is real and what is comic. — B.J. Novak

Love is an overarching style of relating to another. — Philip Yancey

Feminism means to me being comfortable with who you are as a woman and being unapologetic about it. — Charissa Thompson

Staring at the plaster death figures in the museum window, she wondered what they had been thinking as they curled up to die in the ashes. Probably not: Well, we're Romans! We shouldn't complain! — Rick Riordan

What I'm trying to do is make impressions. I think of myself as a colourist, adding different colours and shades by using different techniques and touching the guitar in different ways. I'd like to play sounds you can see if you've got your eyes closed. — Lenny Breau

Kaladin hoped for something else. Hoped. Yes, he'd discovered that he could still hope. A spear in his hands. An enemy to face. He could live like that. — Brandon Sanderson

When you see a heron eating an innocent rabbit, what comes to your mind? Do you say 'What a great order God has created?' or you say 'What a devilish horror is going on here!' Question your beliefs! If the strong eats the weak, there is absolutely nothing divine in here, but there is only injustice and nightmare! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Forget everything that surrounds you. Think that there's just you and me in this wide world. — Olga Goa

My father and brothers were coal miners. — Merle Travis

They call me Superman, leap tall hoes in a single bound. — Eminem

My problem with political art is not that it's bad art necessarily, but that it is terrible politics. — Peter Schjeldahl

My greatest teacher was not a vocal coach, not the work of other singers, but the way Tommy Dorsey breathed and phrased on the trombone. — Frank Sinatra

He roars laughing as he raises our conjoined hands to his lips. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"About ten thousand times." I smile.
"Get used to it, Alma Sadie," he says, tucking an errant strand of hair back into my elegantly coiffed chignon. "Because I'll never tire of telling you. — Siobhan Davis