Bcher Quotes & Sayings

I don't like hype cluttering art. — Skrillex

I held my father's hand while he died of cancer, and it's really painful when you do something like that up close and personal. My mother was already gone, and I was very, very close to my father. — Elizabeth Warren

Why was it that when you were looking forward to a specific day, it took forever to arrive, but when you were dreading a day, it was there immediately? — Michelle Madow

What kind of a house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks! — Keith R.A. DeCandido

Beauty is not something you can count on. Usually, when people say you are beautiful, it is when there is a harmony between the inside and the outside. — Emmanuelle Beart

I've been very lucky, man. Like you say, though, the writing is what kicked all that in and made it possible. It's something that I have always been very thankful of, that that kicked in, and that I could be free with the music. — Tony Joe White

Children are not simply commodities to be herded into line and trained for the jobs that white people who live in segregated neighborhoods have available. — Jonathan Kozol

There is one great beauty in idealized romance: reading it can make no one worse than he is, while it may help thousands to a cleaner life and higher inspiration than they ever before have known. — Gene Stratton-Porter

I think also of my colleagues in elementary particle theory in many lands, and feel that in some measure I am here as a representative of our small, informal, international fraternity. — Murray Gell-Mann

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation. — Richard Siken

The very precariousness of weather excites a large amount of earnest prayer. — Charles Haddon Spurgeon

Revision is the heart of writing. Every page I do is done over seven or eight times. — Patricia Reilly Giff

Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging their bread; go, Teachers of content and honest pride, into the mine, the mill, the forge, the squalid depths of deepest ignorance, and uttermost abyss of man's neglect, and say can any hopeful plant spring up in air so foul that it extinguishes the soul's bright torch as fast as it is kindled! — Charles Dickens

Women alone stir my imagination ... — Virginia Woolf