Dexeant Quotes & Sayings

Alex's gaze bore her through like an icicle. He was tempted to shove her back into the ornate carriage and tell the driver to head straight for London. Or a far hotter place. — Lisa Kleypas

I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night — T. Boone Pickens

The supreme gift of an artist is the knowledge of when to stop. — Arthur Conan Doyle

It's the subject matter that counts. I'm interested in revealing the subject in a new way to intensify it. A photo is able to capture a moment that people can't always see. — Harry Callahan

My perspective is hard because I look at wardrobe from very much a guy's perspective. You look at my closet and I have pairs of black jeans and five button-downs, but one's silk, one's cotton. They all are slightly different, so that's my perspective. — Erin Wasson

Hm-hm-hm, his laugh went. Like he'd swallowed the sun. — Carol Rifka Brunt

They were the largest semiconductor maker in the world up until about 1980. I'm not sure that that can be re-gained again, but their progress in the last few years has been very impressive. — Jack Kilby

The television replaced the sound of conversation that was missing from my grandparents' lives. — Jeffrey Eugenides

The first person I knew who died was Beth March. I cried for three days. — A. Louise Robertson

Pauley Perrette: I was a criminal science fanatic and went to study it in college as well and I think that helped me on NCIS because I was comfortable with the language, I had studied criminal science in school for years. — Pauley Perrette

You can make your own son or daughter one of a kind if you have the time and will to do so; school can only make them part of a hive, herd or anthill. — John Taylor Gatto

God send for the hopeless ... I'm the one You left behind. — Breaking Benjamin

Only the chicken-lover will understand me. He will give me a kindly look, maybe mildly desirous. His eyes will tell me: You might look a lot better with some reddish-brown feathers. — John Irving

It is a misfortune to be in the presence of a writer, even a failed writer, to be seen by him, be his passing study and remain in his corrupt memory. It is like the insult of a corpse on the road by a war photographer. — Manu Joseph