Crnomarkovic Quotes & Sayings

With a novelist, like a surgeon, you have to get a feeling that you've fallen into good hands - someone from whom you can accept the anesthetic with confidence. — Saul Bellow

She had practically begged Kai to take her body and soul twice, against all her meticulously built walls. Kai hadn't even bothered to completely demolish them in order to claim her. He just stood patiently on the other side waiting for her to knock them down. In place of the once strong young woman, stood a moth desperately seeking the flame of her demise. — Aleena Stark

I think people want to see change, want to see something new and Hillary Clinton is just not that person. — Mitt Romney

The spirit of 1776 is not dead. It has only been slumbering. The body of the American people is substantially republican. But their virtuous feelings have been played on by some fact with more fiction; they have been the dupes of artful maneuvers, and made for a moment to be willing instruments in forging chains for themselves. But times and truth dissipated the delusion, and opened their eyes. — Thomas Jefferson

I looked at her, wanting her with all the lust of my months alone and untouched. But I knew also that for that deeper hunger for companionship and understanding, she offered me no more solace than any man might find in his own hand. — Robin Hobb

It is possible to do good things with an imperfect situation. — Chris Cleave

I think a big part of marriage is not going anywhere on those days you feel you really want to. It's like in the Barrier Islands. If you want to stay together, don't leave. I think just culturally - in the media, in movies, in books - we're trained to divorce when that first blush of sexual longing starts to fade. That's just where marriage starts. — Tony Earley

Mrs. Baker's social manner was almost robotlike in its perfection. All her comments and remarks were natural, normal, everyday currency, but one had a suspicion that the whole thing was like an actor playing a part for perhaps the seven hundredth time. It was an automatic performance, completely divorced from what Mrs. Baker might really have been thinking or feeling. — Agatha Christie