Charcoaled Quotes & Sayings

As far as I can recall, the initial shiver of inspiration [for Lolita] was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes, who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature's cage. — Vladimir Nabokov

Even though I left for a year, I grew here as a Jazz man. If I'm fortunate enough to go into the Hall of Fame, I will go as a Jazz man. — Karl Malone

As Thoreau implied, telegraphy made relevance irrelevant. — Neil Postman

Carl Jung put it this way: "The attainment of wholeness requires one to stake one's whole being. Nothing less will do; there can be no easier conditions, no substitutes, no compromises." With — Jon Kabat-Zinn

My own movement of thought is not meant to be a straight point-to-point, linear line of march, but horizontal exploration from one area of interest to another. There is no ultimate destination - no finish line to cross, no final conclusion to be reached. It's the way I feel about dancing - you move around a lot, not to get somewhere, but to be somewhere in time. — Robert Fulghum

That's a beautiful purse. I carry a satchel. — Josh Mathews

His lashes were long and thick, so dark they seemed charcoaled; she half expected them to leave a dusting of black powder on the tops of his cheek-bones when he blinked. — Cassandra Clare

Texas was such a welcoming place, and with its unbelievable history and tradition, it's extra special to be a part of that. — Ricky Williams

Intoxicated
With the madness
I'm in love with
My sadness
Bullshit beggars, enchanted kingdom
Fashion victims through their charcoaled teeth — Billy Corgan

You see, fears will arise that prevent you from doing as He asks - proclaiming the gospel, reaching out to those in need, and submitting to His will. But the fear of the Lord - your respect for Him - should motivate you to obey Him anyway. — Charles F. Stanley

She saw that Devin's bedroom door was still closed, and a sudden, irrational fear gripped her that Devin might not be there. But she opened her door and saw her sleeping on her back, her limbs spread out like points of a star. Her glasses were perched on her bedside table as if watching her, as if lonely for her. — Sarah Addison Allen

I need to write in a small room - the smaller the better. I can't write in a big room where someone might sneak up behind my back. — Douglas Preston