Calbert Cheaney Quotes & Sayings

I wondered how many voices there were living in my head, and how they could all have such different opinions. — Alexander Gordon Smith

Violence in any form is evil and to kill innocent animals in tantamount to blatant savagery. — Sathya Sai Baba

Happiness consists of living each day as if it were the first day of your honeymoon and the last day of your vacation. — Leo Tolstoy

One of the best stories of the early Christian desert hermits goes like this: 'Abbe Lot came to Abbe Joseph and said: Father, according as I am able, I keep my little rule, and my little fast, prayer, meditation and contemplative silence; and according as I am able I strive to cleanse my heart of thoughts: Now what more should I do? The elder rose up in reply and stretched out his hands to heaven, and his fingers became like ten lamps of fire. He said: Why not be totally changed into fire? — Annie Dillard

I couldn't wait until after my third baby to get my body back and start being able to dress a little bit sexier again. — Kourtney Kardashian

When you read a manuscript that has been damaged by water, fire, light or just the passing of the years, your eye needs to study not just the shape of the letters but other marks of production. The speed of the pen. The pressure of the hand on the page. Breaks and releases in the flow. You must relax. Think of nothing. Until you wake into a dream where you are at once a pen flying of vellum and the vellum itself with the touch of ink tickling your surface. Then you can read it. The intention of the writer, his thoughts, his hesitations, his longings and his meaning. You can read as clearly as if you were the very candlelight illuminating the page as the pen speeds over it. — Diane Setterfield

Isn't the point of music to move listeners?"
Mattison smiled. "No. The point of music is to wake listeners up. To break all our ready-made habits."
"And tradition?"
"Real composers make their own. — Richard Powers

known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure — Lena Dowling

Man's worst ill is stubbornness of heart. — Sophocles

He was charming, but he did not slather his charm around in great quantities. He merely drizzled it. — Anat Talshir