Blackson Post Quotes & Sayings

In a general way, I want to be a kind of flag-waver, bunting hanger-up, drum-beater, you name it, for poetry. — Andrew Motion

We properly judge a critic's virtue not by his freedom from error but by the nature of the mistakes he does make, for he makes them, if he is worth reading, because he has in mind something besides his perceptions about art in itself he has in mind the demands that he makes upon life. — Lionel Trilling

To address this, we must wage a war on the militants. First, we must make it an offence, punishable by many years in jail, to ride a bicycle in anything other than what I like to call home clothes. Cycling shops selling gel for your bottom crack and outfits with padded gussets will be raided by the police and the owners prosecuted. This way, cyclists will be stripped of their uniforms and made to look like human beings. — Jeremy Clarkson

His brows knotted just a bit. He knew that she knew. Because of course he did. Players at their level didn't deceive each other. They won even though their opponents knew exactly what was happening. Just like he was winning against her right now. — James S.A. Corey

My beautiful son ... I can't wait to see his face, hug him, and spend time with him. — Jencarlos Canela

To them, the real United States is just flyover country. — John Ratzenberger

If the devil went about doing a tenth of what he is accused of doing he would be poor from paying the blacksmith for ox-shoes for his hooves. — Austin O'Malley

She did not date. She did not have time for men. Men were never, ever worth a great amount of energy. She was the kind of woman that looked down on what she called 'settlers', women who chose love and fleeting passion that turned to dull, lifeless marriages over a career and independence. — Mandy Nachampassack-Maloney

You don't have to call me 'Mister', Mister;
The whole world called me 'Hank'! — David Allan Coe

His role in the trials over, he was unwanted in Washington. In an M Street restaurant, over asparagus crepes, the aide explained the terminal dangers involved in talking to the wrong people. Corto crushed the man's larynx with the rigid fingers of his right hand. The Congressional aide strangled, his face in an asparagus crepe, and Corto stepped out into cool Washington September. — William Gibson