Bialik Crossword Quotes & Sayings

I slam into him like a really short, skinny juggernaut showing serious commitment to getting into some guy's arse. — Alexis Hall

Anna Held's birthdate and hometown are a dark mystery, thanks to her own mythmaking. — Eve Golden

Because happiness itself is a mythical construct, a dream you humans tell yourselves to get through each day. It is the moon, and you, like the sun, pursue it relentlessly, chasing it around and around, getting nowhere. — Jessica Khoury

Half truths were a wonderful way to inspire credibility. — David Baldacci

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, and your magazine-husband who one day just had to go. And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show - who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole, with your holy medallion which your fingertips fold. And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul - oh, who among them do you think could destroy you? — Bob Dylan

Reading a book about management isn't going to make you a good manager any more than a book about guitar will make you a good guitarist, but it can get you thinking about the most important concepts. — Drew Houston

Normally, what you're envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels ... almost nonexistent things. — James Salter

There is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end to the making and selling of things there is no end ...
Man, it occurs to me, is a joyful, buying-and-selling piece of work. I have been wrong, dead wrong, when I've decried consumerism. Consumerism is what we are. It is, in a sense, a holy impulse. A human being is someone who joyfully goes in pursuit of things, brings them home, then immediately starts planning how to get more. — George Saunders

We are constituted a good deal like chickens, which, taken from the hen, and put in a basket of cotton in the chimney-corner, willoften peep till they die, nevertheless; but if you put in a book, or anything heavy, which will press down the cotton, and feel like the hen, they go to sleep directly. — Henry David Thoreau