Cannonade Quotes & Sayings

Outside, the detonation of loudly-slammed taxi doors, suggesting the opening of a cannonade, had died down. — Anthony Powell

I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children. — Jim Butcher

In state after state, one portentous incident after another, breathlessly reported in newspapers throughout the country in the days following the election, alarmed even confident Republicans who had insisted that a Lincoln victory could never loosen the bonds that held the Union together. As early as November 9, pro-secession placards appeared on the streets of New Orleans, calling for the formation of a defense corps of Minutemen. Dissidents unfurled palmetto flags in Charleston, where artillery saluted their appearance by opening fire with a defiant fifteen-gun cannonade. — Harold Holzer

The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood. — Sean O'Casey

We don't write what we know. We write what we wonder about. — Richard Peck

By placing intelligence at the edges rather than control in the middle of the network, the Internet has created a platform for innovation. — Vinton Cerf

The perfect disinterestedness and self-devotion of which men seem incapable, but which is sometimes found in women. — Thomas B. Macaulay

Thoughts are mental energy; they're the currency that you have to attract what you desire. Learn to stop spending that currency on thoughts you don't want. — Wayne Dyer

Girls are genius at getting through sexual abuse. Often the only way to get through is not to feel. And that is exactly what these fantasy worlds allow: They give girls a place to go so they don't have to be present in their violated bodies. Brilliant. — Patti Feuereisen

Then the anguish increased to unendurable massivity and nightmare dimensions, making her scream and vomit. She wanted ... to have her dark curls shaved to an aquamarine prickle, because they grew into her porous skull and curled inside. Jigsaw pieces of sky or wall came apart, no matter how delicately put together, but a careless jolt or a nurse's elbow can disturb so easily those lightweight fragments which became incomprehensible blancs of anonymous objects, or the blank backs of 'Scrabble' counters, which she could not turn over sunny side up, because her hands had been tied by a male nurse with Demon's black eyes. — Vladimir Nabokov

Morpheus is not his true name. He is glory and deprecation - sunlight and shadows - the scuttle of a scorpion and the melody of a nightingale. The breath of the sea and the cannonade of a storm. Can you relay birdsong, or the sound of wind, or the scurry of a creature across the sand? For the proper names of netherlings are made up of the life forces defining them. Can you speak these things with your tongue? — A.G. Howard