Berbahagialah Yang Quotes & Sayings

A writer is a strange instrument of our species, a harp of sorts, fine-tuned to the dark contradictions of life. — Chaim Potok

Upon the first goblet he read this inscription, monkey wine; upon the second, lion wine; upon the third, sheep wine; upon the fourth, swine wine. These four inscriptions expressed the four descending degrees of drunkenness: the first, that which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the third, that which stupefies; finally the last, that which brutalizes. — Victor Hugo

If you are hoping to find your self-worth and fulfillment in other peoples' opinion of your writing, you will never find it. — Anne Lamott

We live without feeling the country beneath our feet,
our words are inaudible from ten steps away.
Any conversation, however brief,
gravitates, gratingly, toward the Kremlin's mountain man.
His greasy fingers are thick as worms,
his words weighty hammers slamming their target.
His cockroach moustache seems to snicker,
and the shafts of his high-topped boots gleam.
Amid a rabble of scrawny-necked chieftains,
he toys with the favors of such homunculi.
One hisses, the other mewls, one groans, the other weeps;
he prowls thunderously among them, showering them with scorn.
Forging decree after decree, like horseshoes,
he pitches one to the belly, another to the forehead,
a third to the eyebrow, a fourth in the eye.
Every execution is a carnival
that fills his broad Ossetian chest with delight. — Osip Mandelstam

Stories don't end," he says. "They just turn into new beginnings." (pg. 123) — Lindsay Eagar

There's something about Marxism that brings out warts; the only kind of growth this economic system encourages. — P. J. O'Rourke

I wanted to move away from the disaster airplane movies that we have seen in the past and do something that was more mysterious, and delay until the end the resolution of the mystery, and then have to deal with the plane itself. — Jaume Collet-Serra

Mulling this over, Vlad wiped her lip gloss from his lips with the back of his hand.Vampires, after all, didn't sparkle. — Heather Brewer

Would it be better it if never happened?" Reuben sighed.
Erik swallowed. "That depends on when I think about of it — K.A. Merikan