Bretaudeau Gabbro Quotes & Sayings

It seems a little paradoxical to construct a configuration space with the coordinates of points which do not exist. — Louis De Broglie

Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet — Ralph Waldo Emerson

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life. — Edwin Markham

I am a story teller and I take each story very seriously. — Michael Welch

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished. — Haruki Murakami

I did a pilot for HBO, called One Percent, that they didn't end up picking up, but it was a pretty intense and dramatic piece. — Donal Logue

Today is a good day to give no one a hard time about anything, or today is a good day to give everyone a hard time about everything. — Padgett Powell

We've got a lot of work to do economically in this country to bring about a more just and fair economy. — Barack Obama

We must be quite a sight. A cloud of scorpion-tailed, man-sized locusts blotting out the sky. And in the middle of it all, a demon with enormous wings carrying a teenage girl. At least, Raffe must look like a demon to anyone who didn't know he was an archangel flying on borrowed wings. They probably think he kidnapped the girl he's holding. They couldn't possibly guess that I feel safe in his arms. That I'm resting my head on the warm curve of his neck because I like the feel of his skin. — Susan Ee

What-if-maybe crap is for weak people. It belongs to the ones who don't have the strength to make actual situations go their way, so they have to hide away in daydreams where they can play at controlling what comes next. And that makes them even weaker. Every what-if is a gift to anyone who's looking for a hold on you, and that means us. If a guy's whole head is in reality, then reality is the only route we can take to get to him. If he's letting his mind prance off down dozens of twisty hypothetical fairy tales, every one of those is a crack we can use to prize him open. Breslin — Tana French

I detected the fragrance of Delgadina's soul as she slept on her side. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez