Destiny From Sandman Quotes & Sayings

Tom Ford, who is my all-time favourite, once said to me, 'Here's the thing about dress shirts, Rob. You need white, and you need black.' 'What about blue,' I asked. He said, 'Have you ever seen Cary Grant in a blue dress shirt?' — Rob Lowe

Everything created has a beginning, Destiny of the Endless ... as everything created has an end. — Neil Gaiman

Jobs has within him sort of this conflict, but he doesn't quite see it as a conflict between being hippie-ish and anti-materialistic but wanting to sell things like Wozniak's board. Wanting to create a business. — Walter Isaacson

Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of the night. — Neil Gaiman

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. — Shel Silverstein

Fuck death, it's not the enemy, zombies are. — Mark Tufo

In short, and let us be clear on it: race is not a card. It determines whom the dealer is, and who gets dealt. — Tim Wise

The sharks does not need a pill for increasing their appetite. — Radostin Chernev

If we operate with a belief in long sweeps of time, we build cathedrals; if we operate from fiscal quarter to fiscal quarter, we build ugly shopping malls. — Stephen Nachmanovitch

Emotions can either energise you or de-energise you — Mavis Mazhura

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography. — Robert Penn Warren

There are no stories without meaning. And I am one of those men who can find it even when others fail to see it. Afterwards the story becomes the book of the living, like a blaring trumpet that raises from the tomb those who have been dust for centuries ... — Umberto Eco