Billing Department Quotes & Sayings

To be a true poet is to become God. — Dan Simmons

I want everybody to succeed. It's just part of who I am. I probably do that with my kids tenfold. I'm as insecure as the next person, but it doesn't ever take me over. — Lisa Rinna

Don't want things; want the spirit of them. Recognize faith is an horizon. Wherever you move you go toward home. — Christopher Gilbert

Sherlock and Watson are a love story — Martin Freeman

Language is called the garment of thought: however, it should rather be, language is the flesh-garment, the body, of thought. — Thomas Carlyle

I can inhabit any character in a way that is difficult to do successfully in a contemporary novel. — Rose Tremain

I turn off my cell and drive to the most anonymous place I could think of: Walmart. You'd be surprised at how much time you can spend wandering through the aisles looking at Corelle dinnerware with lemon and lime patterns and comparing the prices of generic vitamins to brand names. I fill up a car with things I do not need; dishtowel, a camping lantern and a bedazzler. Three Jim Carey DVDs packaged together for ten dollars, crest white strips. Then I abandon the cart somewhere in the fishing and hunting section and unfold a lawn chair. I sit down and try to read the latest People. — Jodi Picoult

Distance gives a clearer view. You can't see the facade of a building while staying inside. — Michael Bassey Johnson

My poetic aspiration
Is to become,
A Jack of all styles
And a master of pun. — Clive Blake

As I get older I see that running has changed for me. What used to be about burning calories is now more about burning up what is false. Lies I used to tell myself about who I was and what I could do, friendships that cannot withstand hills or miles, the approval I no longer need to seek, and solidarity that cannot bear silence. I run to burn up what I don't need and ignite what I do. — Kristin Armstrong

The gusty wind Khazri swept through Baku, scouring every crevice, leaving behind air so pristine that it sparkled in the ginger sun like my mama's favorite crystal vase. — Ella Leya