Chicherin Quotes & Sayings

My mother raised me to be a writer. — Pat Conroy

The Daily Telegraph reported on April 9, 1937: 'Since M. Litvinoff ousted Chicherin, no Russian has ever held a high post in the Commissariat for Foreign Affairs.' It seems that the Daily Telegraph was unaware that Chicherin's mother was a Jewess. The Russian Molotov, who became Foreign Minister later, has a Jewish wife, and one of his two assistants is the Jew, Lozovsky. It was the last-named who renewed the treaty with Japan in 1942, by which the Kamchatka fisheries provided the Japanese with an essential part of their food supplies. — Arnold Leese

Riddles, I hate fucking riddles," Ristan growled and shook his dark head. "Why couldn't she have sent a minotaur, or maybe David Bowie and a bunch of Muppets to mess with us? — Amelia Hutchins

I STOPPED FIGHTING MY INNER DEMONS. WE'RE ON THE SAME SIDE NOW. — Darynda Jones

A house can have integrity, just like a person,' said Roark, 'and just as seldom. — Ayn Rand

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space. — Dan Simmons

Maybe being broken helps you become a better person. — Paige Rawl

I do not pretend that birth control is the only way in which population can be kept from increasing. There are others, which, one must suppose, opponents of birth control would prefer. — Bertrand Russell

Perhaps it is true that we do not really exist until there is someone there to see us existing, we cannot properly speak until there is someone who can understand what we are saying in essence, we are not wholly alive until we are loved. — Alain De Botton

We tend to think of the gospel as God's program to make bad people good, not dead people alive. — Tullian Tchividjian

If I wanted shit, I would have visited the privy, not asked for an audience with you. — Kiersten White

It often happens that a man develops a deeper love and friendship with his pet cat or dog than he does with most of the other humans in his life. — Henry David Thoreau

Here, her hand in mine was the one reality that severed us from the cold click-clack of Hell. I rubbed her hand and she sighed; wasn't that meaning? Wasn't that something we could cling to? I could be with this other. I could form no other relation, but maybe her hand in mine was enough, both sufficient and necessary. In Hell there was no sense of place, because all places were the same. Uniform monotony. A place without place. A place without context. But, here, now, I could rub her hand and she would sigh. She was a difference. Perhaps each person was the only difference in all these halls of unchanging ranks of books, kiosks, clocks, and carpet, and that, and that, at least, we had to hold to. — Steven L. Peck

It's the remarkable thing about academics: they look at Shakespeare and always see their own faces in him. — Amanda Craig

The broken image of Man moves in minute by minute and cell
by cell ... Poverty, hatred, war, police-criminals, bureaucracy,
insanity, all symptoms of The Human Virus. — William S. Burroughs

If she were running through the rye, if she were headed towards the abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every thought that could only be for her. And if I were to be running the same way, I'd like to think she'd do the same. But maybe her hands would be busy holding the book. Maybe she wouldn't see me, too intent on looking for Phoebe from the carousel. Or waiting for Holden to hold her, to wrap her in the pages of his arms, to say she was the only one who truly knew him, as I plunged past her, sad to be leaving, and a little happy to be away. — David Levithan