Bulwer Lyttons Eugene Quotes & Sayings

I write all the time. The wonderful thing about having a cell phone is that if I get an idea, I knock it out and it's in my phone and I can transfer it to my computer and go into the studio and bring it up. — Ian Astbury

I've missed you, Eris. You and me, we kind of deserve each other, don't we? — Katharine McGee

Why do I want to be challenged or have challenges? That's why I don't go climb mountains. — Jeff Garlin

I had a national and international reputation. I had written the history and articles. So I brought to the Trotskyist movement some international reputation. — C.L.R. James

In this moment, with the wind whipping my hair, the view endless and open, I experience joyful abandon for the first time in my existence. It is sweet and sharp. I want to memorize it, store it up, so that when I need it most, I can recall that this feeling does actually exist - and it is entirely worth living for. — Heather Hildenbrand

Monolingualism is the illiteracy of the 21st century! — Greg Roberts

The triviality of the current scene usually put her off, but now she supposed that the politics of the moment always looked petty and stupid; only later did it take on the look of respectable statecraft, of immutable History. — Kim Stanley Robinson

If you start very far to the left, it's harder to get to the middle. — Rob Portman

It is we ourselves that we have to think about, no one else. That is the way the saints worked. They paid attention to what they were doing, and if others were attracted to them by their enterprise, why, well and good. But they looked to themselves first of all. — Dorothy Day

If you have a great ambition, take as big a step as possible in the direction of fulfilling it. The step may only be a tiny one, but trust that it may be the largest one possible for now. — Mildred H. McAfee

He nourished the cult of Sabina more as religion than as love. — Milan Kundera

We gazed at each other for what seemed like ages, so lost but so found. — Karina Halle

You're killing me here, Sage!" "I'm not doing anything." "Exactly my point. — Richelle Mead

Raven: So Alexander, now we know what we do all day. What do you do?
Alexander: I spend it thinking about you. — Ellen Schreiber

Billy stretched and yawned, his withered neck taut again for a few seconds. "I can feel the season changing," he said. "Drawing in. This weather change coming means the end of hot weather. Time I got out to Gaze Island and worked on me poor old father's grave. Put it off last year and the year before." Some sadness straining the words. Billy seemed stored in an envelope; the flap sometimes lifted, his flattened self sliding onto the table. — Annie Proulx