Blitzing Strategies Quotes & Sayings

Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it. — D.H. Lawrence

You sang the seas calm, and you drove the Dalriada to war, whatever it took. They know that. That's why they adore you. But everyone needs to laugh in the face of death. They're following an anguissette into battle. Give them credit for seeing the absurdity of it. You've been dwelling on it long enough. — Jacqueline Carey

I'm a complete democrat in terms of who buys my books. — Julian Barnes

Life might be stranger than fiction, but fiction allows many writers to more accurately portray life to their readers. — Jaime Buckley

Never let white folks know what you really think. If you're sad, laugh. If you're bleeding inside, dance. — Maya Angelou

You have to be intentional about receiving the Father's love. Seek God. Be passionate about it. No two people have the same experience of the Father's love, because every child of God is unique. — James Goll

Belief is no substitute for arithmetic. — Henry Spencer

Some people will dream big dreams while others will wake up and do them. — John Bytheway

On the stage it is always now; the personages are standing on that razor-edge, between the past and the future, which is the essential character of conscious being. — Thornton Wilder

If kissing is man's greatest invention, then fermentation and patriarchy compete with the domestication of animals for the distinction of being man's worst folly, and no doubt the three combined long ago, the one growing out of the others, to foster civilization and lead Western humanity to its present state of decline. — Tom Robbins

It was never just about the money. — Kathy Bryson

Lately
I've been dreaming about you
About us
Sharing our secrets
Talking, even if we argued
Kept talking, till we slept
Maybe I woke up
On the wrong side of bed
Maybe I thought about you
Just a little too much — Irum Zahra

What do I know, father,' said Louisa in her quiet manner, 'of tastes and fancies; of aspirations and affections; of all that part of my nature in which such light things might have been nourished? What escape have I had from problems that could be demonstrated, and realities that could be grasped?' As she said it, she unconsciously closed her hand, as if upon a solid object, and slowly opened it as though she were releasing dust or ash. — Charles Dickens