Centimetre Into Metre Quotes & Sayings

On average, since 9/11, the FBI reckons that just over 100,000 terrorism leads each year have come over the transom. Analysts and agents designate them as immediate, priority or routine, but the bureau says every one is covered. — Barton Gellman

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Death ready stands to interpose his dart. — John Milton

My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive — Haruki Murakami

You still love me? After all I have done?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"It doesn't matter. Nothing that has happened matters. I am here now, and I love you. — Elena Greene

Arrayed in a new body another mother may someday give birth so that with stronger limbs and brighter mind the old soul shall take the road to earth again. — P.C. Cast

Finally- no more ruddy show for the folks back home. No pretending it's all beer and skittles and no one ever gets hurt.- Phoenix and Ashes — Mercedes Lacky

If you treat men the way they are you never improve them. If you treat them the way you want them to be, you do. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

He might have gotten his way in the hallway earlier, but now he's on my turf. He isn't gonna push me around. — Melyssa Winchester

I very seldom worry about other systems. I concentrate pretty fully on just making Linux the best I can. — Linus Torvalds

They're mean bastards, those monks," I said. I was supposed to deliver a weekly cartload of firewood to Saint Rumwold's, but that was a duty I ignored. The monks could cut their own timber. "Who was Rumwold?" I asked Willibald. I knew the answer, but wanted to drag Willibald through the thorns. "He was a very pious child, lord," he said. "A child?" "A baby," he said, sighing as he saw where the conversation was leading, "a mere three days old when he died." "A three-day-old baby is a saint?" Willibald flapped his hands. "Miracles happen, lord," he said, "they really do. They say little Rumwold sang God's praises whenever he suckled." "I feel much the same when I get hold of a tit," I said, "so does that make me a saint?" Willibald shuddered, then sensibly changed the subject. — Bernard Cornwell

In a novel, the only budgetary limitations are that of your imagination. — Howard Gordon

Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers. — A.S. Byatt

How you accept a situation, is your choice and depends on your power of perception. — Debasish Mridha