Cvijet Neven Quotes & Sayings

Scotland has no unity except on the map — Robert Louis Stevenson

It's a precious thing to be communicating to children, helping them discover the gift of language and thought. — Richard Scarry

Though the blame cannot be placed entirely on publishers, I do think a more diverse pool of editors would go a long way toward broadening the perspective. Our role is to work together to create books that act as wide-open doors - books that allow all children to walk through and feel safe enough to stay. — Jerry Pinkney

If you're waiting for the perfect moment, you'll never write a thing because it will never arrive. I have no routine. I have no foolproof anything. There's nothing foolproof. — Margaret Atwood

Whenever other worlds invite us, whenever we are balancing on the boundaries of our limited human condition, that's where life starts, that's where you start feeling yourself living. — Philippe Petit

Filmmakers are always in a bubble; along with our crew or writer, we don't really get to socialize with other filmmakers, so the great thing about Sundance is you can see many other filmmakers doing the same thing you do. — George Tillman Jr.

The manufacturing of consent*2 is now endemic to modern technological societies. — Kingsley L. Dennis

We should continually be striving to transform every art into a science: in the process, we advance the art. — Donald Knuth

Never let pain make you grow cold. — K.A. Hosein

The main reason I felt foolish and humiliated was because of - what had I called it to myself, only a few days previously? - 'the eternal hopefulness of the human heart'. And before that, 'the attraction of overcoming someone's contempt'. I don't think I normally suffer from vanity, but I'd clearly been more afflicted than I realised. — Julian Barnes

but I could feel the jealous eyes of the steexin hangers-on still in line, and I lament to report that it boosted my spirits some), he — Alena Graedon

The skiff swung gently, drifting in the current. He undid his shirt to the waist and put one forearm to his eyes. He could hear the river talking softly beneath him, heavy old river with wrinkled face — Cormac McCarthy