Clouseau Monkey Quotes & Sayings

I once tried to write a novel about revenge. It's the only book I didn't finish. I couldn't get into the mind of the person who was plotting vengeance. — Maeve Binchy

Growing up had made her crabby, which happens to the best of us. — Sue Grafton

Do you remember Vlek, who was such a good sheepdog that she and Jakob alone could drive a whole flock past you at the counting-post? Do you remember how Vlek grew old and sickly and could not hold down her food, and how there was no one to shoot her but you, and how you went for a walk afterwards because you did not want anyone to see you cry? — J.M. Coetzee

Instruct decently.
Instruct discerningly.
Instruct disarmingly.
Instruct diplomatically. — Matshona Dhliwayo

What is that immaterial part of man known as the soul? Theologians in general agree as to the soul's principal powers. They are the mind, the affections, and the will. Someone has pointed out that with the mind the soul knows, with the affections the soul feels, and with the will the soul chooses. — Jim Downing

Everyone holds his fortune in his own hands, like a sculptor the raw material he will fashion into a figure. But it's the same with that type of artistic activity as with all others: We are merely born with the capability to do it. The skill to mold the material into what we want must be learned and attentively cultivated. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Like the baby bird that flies the nest too soon, because it can't comprehend anything better to do. Freedom is still freedom, even when it ends in a suicide song. — Anonymous

It [destroying Twin Towers] was a leap into another realm - the realm of crazy abstractions and mythological generalities, involving people who have hijacked Islam for their own purposes. It's important not to fall into that trap and to try to respond with a metaphysical retaliation of some sort. — Edward Said

He sounded so tired and so earnest. I worried my lips between my teeth before asking, "Does this have anything to do with what you told me before?"
Tybalt blinked. Then he snorted a brief laugh, and asked, "October, in the years since your return ... has anything not been in some way related to what I told you before? You handed me a hope chest in a dark alley. You took my heart as collateral, and you've never returned it. — Seanan McGuire

As she'd walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she'd yearned for every night. — Katherine McIntyre