Birchbark Canoes Quotes & Sayings

Pissed at the arrogance of angels, at the rain, at the whole fucking universe, she strode out without a backward look. Venom was at the gate. Damn man looked good wet. — Nalini Singh

That was enough to make her blush with shame for the mere fact that Las Vegas existed. There — Alexander McCall Smith

Can anyone ever see the world in any other way but through their own personal lens? — Melissa C. Walker

Poems were never meant to be forced into commands. — Rachel Held Evans

Sir, in carrying on your government, why should you use killing at all? Let your evinced desires be for what is good, and the people will be good. The relation between superiors and inferiors is like that between the wind and the grass. The grass must bend, when the wind blows across it. — Confucius

Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too. — Heinrich Heine

When I see a man of shallow understanding extravagantly clothed, I feel sorry - for the clothes. — Josh Billings

his facetious grace in writing," and much else. — Bill Bryson

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when. — Philip Roth

I finally learned that it was all right to say something wasn't working for me when it wasn't working. The world doesn't come crashing down when you speak the truth. — Deb Caletti

I listen to old jazz and classical music, and that's it. — Kenny G

What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good? This is what I want to do with Violet - give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us. — Jennifer Niven

I read Noam Chomsky. I like some of Gore Vidal's stuff. — John Cusack

A common allegiance to form of expression that is identified with no single national unit is likely to prove one of the most potent symbols of the freedom of the human spirit that the world has yet known. — Edward Sapir

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever. — Anna Godbersen