Completed 1041 Quotes & Sayings

Thread count is actually a lie. Just because a thread count is 1,500 on a set of sheets doesn't mean that they're well-made sheets. Truly, the quality of the cotton and the quality of the way something is woven is much more important than thread count. — Nate Berkus

Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers. — Tecumseh

As usual, it struck me that letters were the only really satisfactory form of literature. They give one the facts so amazingly, don't they? I felt when I got to the end that I'd lived for years in that set. But oh dearie me I am glad that I'm not in it! — Lytton Strachey

Rabbi Hiyya advised his wife, "When a poor man comes to the door, be quick to give him food so that the same may be done to your children." She exclaimed, "You are cursing our children [with the suggestion that they may become beggars]." But Rabbi Hiyya replied, "There is a wheel which revolves in this world." - Babylonian Talmud, Shabbat 151b — Joseph Telushkin

Some people try to paint in my style. Some simply sell pirated copies of my work. Some claim to be my publisher or agent or even my exclusive representative, when they are not. — LeRoy Neiman

When you lived on the wrong side of the law, information, however vague or apparently meaningless, was everything. It gave you leverage. And leverage was power. — Dougie Brimson

I wanted to write a book that maybe had the potential to go beyond the Deadspin and KSK [Kissing Suzy Kolber] readership. — Drew Magary

The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me ... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted. — Edouard Manet

You must pay for everything in this world one way and another. There is nothing free except the Grace of God. You cannot earn that or deserve it. — Charles Portis

Australasian's custom of speaking of England as "home." It was always pretty to hear it, and often it was said in an unconsciously caressing way that made it touching; in a way which transmuted a sentiment into an embodiment, and made one seem to see Australasia as a young girl stroking mother England's old gray head. — Mark Twain

Winter is not a season, it's a celebration. — Anamika Mishra