Domiano Car Quotes & Sayings

It's just interesting to me that the physical enactment of that mind moving has gradually changed for you in the last few years. It made me wonder if the change was deliberate in any sense, or procedural, like when A.R. Ammons stuck an adding machine roll into his typewriter to squeeze his verses into shorter lines. — Matthew Zapruder

What the world expects of Christians is that Christians should speak out, loud and clear ... in such a way that never a doubt, never the slightest doubt, could rise in the heart of the simplest man. — Albert Camus

Thinkers are as scarce as gold. — Johann Kaspar Lavater

Defeat is only a defeat when we don't learn anything. — Renan Barao

In the Modern Age, there are still those who refuse to contradict a single word of the Bible, even though the Bible contradicts itself. — Jonathan Clements

The Wickans know that the gift of power is never free. They know enough not to envy the chosen among them, for power is never a game, nor are glittering standards raised to glory and wealth. They disguise nothing in trappings, and so we all see what we'd rather not, that power is cruel, hard as iron and bone, and thrives on destruction. ~ Deadhouse Gates — Steven Erikson

You are like a lantern swathed and covered, hidden away in a dark place. Yet the light shines; they could not put out the light. They could not hide you. — Ursula K. Le Guin

The difference between the love of a man and the love of a woman is that a man will always give reasons for loving, but a woman gives no reasons for loving. — Fulton J. Sheen

What I had begun to discover is that, mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from normal experience, the grey drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. But it is not an immediately identifiable pain, like that of a broken limb. It may be more accurate to say that despair, owing to some evil trick played upon the sick brain by the inhabiting psyche, comes to resemble the diabolical discomfort of being imprisoned in a fiercely overheated room. And because no breeze stirs this cauldron, because there is no escape from the smothering confinement, it is natural that the victim begins to think ceaselessly of oblivion — William Styron

I see the shape of the poem before I start writing, and the writing is just the process of arriving at the shape. — Carol Ann Duffy