Chronicler Whose Work Quotes & Sayings

I am unable to conceive that the state legislatures which must feel so many motives to watch, and which possess so many means of counteracting the federal legislature, would fail either to detect or to defeat a conspiracy of the latter against the liberties of their common constituencies. — James Madison

As you grow, the productivity I think, goes down with the square of the number of employees if you don't make an effort. — Sam Altman

I consider it probably one of the biggest honors to be in the Academy. There are only like 1300 actors in it, and as far as I know, you're a member for life. To this day, I'm wondering how lucky I was. — William Sanderson

I am glad you are come. When I was in England I desired that some one would speak the Great Word to me. I will go up and speak to the wise men of our nation, and I hope they will hear. — Tomochichi

It was awkward; our debt was too great and the words thank you too small, and — Ransom Riggs

A clever man commits no minor blunders. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Real change happens on the level of the gesture. It's one person doing one thing differently than he or she did before. — Cheryl Strayed

Chronicler froze. 'So you're saying I work for you?'
'I'm saying you belong to me.' Bast's face was deadly serious. 'Down to the marrow of your bones. — Patrick Rothfuss

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed. — Jean Rhys

Fitzgerald's work was almost entirely out of print when 'The Lost Weekend' was published in 1944 - even 'Gatsby' seemed well on its way to being forgotten - and Jackson had meant to be 'deliberately prophetic' in calling attention to a writer he considered the foremost chronicler of 'the temper and spirit of the time.' More than twenty years later he finally received credit, in writing, for having played a key role in the so-called Fitzgerald Revival. — Blake Bailey

In the Nazi Arbeit [work] camps back in '44 when a man was caught smoking one cigarette, the whole barracks would die," a patient, Ralph, once told me. "For one cigarette! Yet even so, the men did not give up their inspiration, their will to live and to enjoy what they got out of life from certain substances, like liquor or tobacco or whatever the case may be." I don't know how accurate his account was as history, but as a chronicler of his own drug urges and those of his fellow Hastings Street addicts, Ralph spoke the bare truth: people jeopardize their lives for the sake of making the moment livable. — Gabor Mate

I'm not desperate for a child, Ildiko. I'm desperate for my wife. That's it. No matter what you believe, you aren't lesser. Not to me. You are all. — Grace Draven