Bronx Tale Sonny Quotes & Sayings

People are reading more and writing more because of the internet. So the virtual world is a way for me to listen to my readers and interact with my readers. It is a way that they can voice their opinion. — Paulo Coelho

I don't know why I'm still here. All right? And I'd just like to figure it out before I go. — Suzanne Enoch

The Past
the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf
the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past? — Walt Whitman

Christianity claims that the supernatural is as reasonable as the natural, that man himself is supernatural as truly as he is natural, and that the Bible is so clearly the word of God by proofs that are unanswerable, that it is unreasonable to disbelieve its divine truths. — Abbott Eliot Kittredge

It [soccer] would be much more interesting if every so often, the ball spontaneously exploded. — Michelle Madow

The world is ruled by butterflies adding to their weapon piles. Imagine what your taxes buy. We hardly ever try. — Sting

To live is to be born slowly. it would be a little too easy to borrow ready-made souls! — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

in the state of mind in which we "observe" we are a long way below the level to which we rise when we create. There was, then, embedded in my — Marcel Proust

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
*Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?* — William Shakespeare

Imagine," Tyler said, "stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles. — Chuck Palahniuk