Bookaneer Book Quotes & Sayings

To yourself you are what you think. To the outside world, you are what you do. — Marshall Sylver

The silence was more profound than that of midnight; and to me the silence of a summer morning is more touching than all other silence. — Thomas De Quincey

In a dream I cannot see tangled abstract phallacy random turmoil builds in me i'm a addicted to chaos -Megadeth, Addicted to Chaos — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I learned my profession onstage. I didn't have a musical background. I had no conservatory training. I don't play an instrument. — Marcello Giordani

On stage I just have to be myself. In acting you have to be so many other people. — Kumail Nanjiani

Those who know me would tell you, 'Moily can't be cowed down.' I have plans to enhance domestic oil and gas production. — Veerappa Moily

Avoid the Holy Grail, the heroic journeys, the pursuit of a legend
that is not the life of the bookaneer, who must keep his eyes on the ground while other book people live by dreaming. — Matthew Pearl

Because what my gradmother did with her fine coat (the loveliest thing she would ever own) is what all women of that generation (and before) did for their families and their husbands and their children. They cut up the finest and proudest parts of themselves and gave it all away. They repatterned what was theirs and shaped it for others. They went without. They were the last ones to eat at supper, and they were the first ones to get up every morning, warming the cold kitchen for another day spent caring for everyone else. This was the only thing they knew how to do. This was their guiding verb and their defining principle of life: They gave. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Creating music to fit the marketplace, so that music can be heard? If ever I thought that I even came close to catering to the marketplace, or designing my productions and my music to cater to what is currently fashionable, I would sell shoes for a living. For me, the marketplace can rot in hell. I will do music for the love of music and for the love of people who listen to music, and absolutely nothing else will drive me. — Daniel Lanois

Was it her imagination, or did the townhouse loom? All the other mansions on this street looked polite and elegant, neatly confining themselves within rows of trimmed hedges. This house, on the other hand, sprawled. She spied a gargoyle lurking above one cornice, glowering at her. Of course the Duke of Marwick would have a gargoyle carved into his house! — Meredith Duran