De Franca Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps kids really did come into the world trailing clouds of glory, as Wordsworth had so confidently proclaimed, but they also shit in their pants until they learned better. — Stephen King

Raises a fundamental question: are we also evolving genetically? Medical research, added to a deepening analysis of the three billion nucleotide letters of the human genome, has revealed that evolution is indeed still occurring — Edward O. Wilson

Double Sword Tavern." Tristan said, reading out loud. "Sounds charming and inviting. — B.C. Morin

The pediatrician must have thought me one of those neurotic mothers who craved distinction for her child but who in our civilization's latter-day degeneracy could only conceive of the exceptional in terms of deficiency or affliction. — Lionel Shriver

Intellectualism came very late to America. That's why Americans are so proud of it. I found very few real intellectuals in America. But there are so many pseudo-intellectuals. — Douglas Sirk

A thin layer of dust covered everything, and I doubted anyone had been in the room for decades. I have a vast weakness for secret things. — Patrick Rothfuss

Come on, then!" she yelled. "I'll destroy you all myself if I have to!"
A metallic smell of storm filled the air. All the hairs on Piper's arms stood up.
"The thing is," said a voice from above, "you don't have to."
Piper's heart could've floated out of her body. At the top of the nearest colonnade stood Jason, his sword gleaming gold in the sun. Frank stood at his side, his bow ready. Hazel sat astride Arion, who reared and whinnied in challenge. — Rick Riordan

There is one death bed repentance recorded in the Bible (the thief on the cross), so that no one despair, but there is ONLY one, so that no one will presume. — Matthew Henry

Love is what the humans are all about but they don't understand it. If they understood it, then it would disappear. — Matt Haig

She, Laura, likes to imagine (it's one of her most closely held secrets) that she has a touch of brilliance herself, just a hint of it, though she knows most people probably walk around with similar hopeful suspicions curled up like tiny fists inside them, never divulged. She wonders, while she pushes a cart through the supermarket or has her hair done, it the other women aren't all thinking, to some degree or other, the same thing: Here is the brilliant spirit, the woman of sorrows, the woman of transcendent joys, who would rather be elsewhere, who has consented to perform simple and essentially foolish tasks, to examine tomatoes, to sit under a hair dryer, because it is her art and her duty. — Michael Cunningham