Boskys Quotes & Sayings

Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a fresh apple, it's the soft rain of dust that falls into a shaft of morning sun when you pull from an old bookshelf a forgotten volume of erotic diaries; language is the faint scent of urine on a pair of boxer shorts, it's a half-remembered childhood birthday party, a creak on the stair, a spluttering match held to a frosted pane, the warm wet, trusting touch of a leaking nappy, the hulk of a charred Panzer, the underside of a granite boulder, the first downy growth on the upper lip of a Mediterranean girl, cobwebs long since overrun by an old Wellington boot. — Stephen Fry

Writers step into their subject's shoes so readers can walk in them. — Natasha Wing

Kindness gives birth to kindness. — Sophocles

Archer "These sharpshooters like to keep their distance on the battlefield and in life. Nothing makes them happier than single-mindedly taking down their target. — Alan Woods

You can't beat two guitars, bass, and drums. — Lou Reed

Cats yawn because they realize that there's nothing to do. — Jack Kerouac

There was a singer-songwriter who slept on our couch for a year when I was about 7 or 8. She used to sing these songs for us, and I loved it. It was magical to watch her. — Vonda Shepard

Liken yourself to a beautiful part of creation ... — Robert J. Wicks

At first there was no highway code for the canals and rules were soon needed to control the boats especially on the busy industrial sections. When one horse drawn boat passed another, someone had to give way and allow their towing rope to fall to the bottom of the canal to enable the other boat to pass over it. Rules were drawn up as to which type of boat or cargo had precedence but often it came down to who shouted the loudest. — Stan Yorke

I quit therapy because my analyst was trying to help me behind my back. — Richard Lewis

There was a time when I believed there was loss that could not be defined, that language had not caught up to death's enormity. — Jacqueline Woodson

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! — T. E. Brown

And if we believe that God is everywhere, why should we not think Him present even in the coincidences that sometimes seem so strange? For, if He be in the things that coincide, He must be in the coincidence of those things. — George MacDonald