Disparo En Quotes & Sayings

I think it was when I ran into Kerouac and Burroughs - when I was 17 - that I realized I was talking through an empty skull ... I wasn't thinking my own thoughts or saying my own thoughts. — Allen Ginsberg

Let fiction inspire reality for good — M.H. Rahman

They celebrated the sins, while the kindness continued to weep in the corner. The swords of the demons shined brighter, while the wings of the angels were crumpled and bled. — Akshay Vasu

Failure is not just acceptable, it's often essential. The Last Lecture — Randy Pausch

A master is merely someone who started doing something before you,' Hoptoad said. — Paul Mannering

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lips. And he knew she felt it too. — Maisey Yates

I began to realize how hard it was to separate all the voices to hear the single, strong one that came just from me."

- Mibs Beaumont — Ingrid Law

On my first days here I did not start work immediately but, as planned, I took it easy for a few days - flicked through books, studied Japanese art a little. — Gustav Klimt

Illiada by Homer is one of the great stories in literature. And I thought its themes really resonated today, whether that was my projection or Homer's intentions. It didn't seem like we had come very far. — Brad Pitt

Jesus obviously does not answer many questions from you or me. Which is why apologetics is always such a questionable enterprise. Jesus just doesn't argue. — Robert Farrar Capon

All of us light up a room, some when they enter, others when they leave. — Anonymous

I think that's the core of black aesthetics: the ability to improvise. That is what has enabled our [black people's] survival. — August Wilson

What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!
"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said: "that won't do."
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. "Please, would you tell me what you call yourself?" she said timidly, "I think that might help a little."
"I'll tell you, if you'll come a little further on," the Fawn said. "I can't remember here."
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight. "And dear me, you're a human child!" A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away at full speed. — Lewis Carroll

Mad, malevolent, and incantatory, The Orphan Palace reads like the hagridden fever dream of one who has not only stared the Abyss in Its black and fathomless face, but welcomed Its gaze in return ... and become Its living embodiment. It is a journey to be taken by none but the bravest of readers, and by souls with an ardent desire to savor their own damnation. — Robin Spriggs

Writers such as Richard Powers and the late David Foster Wallace have shown the path to a newer generation of writers for whom all national boundaries are quaint curiosities. — Giles Foden