Circlet Press Quotes & Sayings

When I returned home soon afterwards, it was with a newly awakened sense of what Australian literature was good for: helping us define ourselves in relation to an Anglo past and American present, for example, or airing the wounds suffered by indigenous Australia, or inhabiting those new frictions that result from our expanding cultural pluralism. Above all, it could teach us to dwell more easily in a landscape that did not accord with the metaphors and myth-kitty that was our northern inheritance. — George Williamson

If there are Muslims who believe that they've got to kill Christians to make a way for the Islamic faith in the West, not only would they be disappointed, but it will lead to conflict, there's no doubt about that. — George Carey

I hate liberality - nine times out of ten it is cowardice, and the tenth time lack of principle. — Henry Addington

One of the things that I loved about listening to Miles Davis is that Miles always had an instinct for which musicians were great for what situations. He could always pick a band, and that was the thing that separated him from everybody else. — Branford Marsalis

An editor is the uncrowned king of an educated democracy. — William Thomas Stead

We are the Triumvirate. We do not take orders from Kerch street rats with dubious haircuts. — Leigh Bardugo

Common-sense is part of the home-made ideology of those who have been deprived of fundamental learning, of those who have been kept ignorant. — John Berger

You shouldn't have one opinion when you're running and another when you're president. — Rand Paul

I'll join with black despair against my soul, and to myself become an enemy. — Richard III

Donna VanLiere's "A Christmas Blessing"
"Don't ever take your EYES off the FINISH line. If you take your eyes off the GOAL, you'll never make it to the END. — Donna VanLiere

Pushing away, pushing in: the pattern of so much that was to follow. — Richard Flanagan

Halfway down, Eric stopped and stared at her, an awestruck look in his eyes. "What is it?" she asked.
"Your hair. Even in moonlight ... it looks like sunshine. I'd never have to go outside again if I was with you."
She tugged him forward. "I think you hit your head in your heroic struggles."
"You were the heroic one," Eric said, stepping around a rock bend. "Reminds me of the stories from Russia my grandmother used to tell me. You know any of them? Vasilisa the Brave?"
"Nope. My family's from Romania. Never heard of any Vasilisa." Looking up, Rhea stare up at the sky thoughtfully. "But I kind of like that name. — Richelle Mead