Dubbel Bed Quotes & Sayings

One day I was speeding along at the typewriter, and my daughter - who was a child at the time - asked me, "Daddy, why are you writing so fast?" And I replied, "Because I want to see how the story turns out! — Louis L'Amour

Other birds fly in groups, only eagles fly alone — Francine Rivers

Sometimes writing everyday is like pulling teeth, painful, but necessary. — Wendy Swore

If we want to write, it makes sense to read - and to read like a writer. If we wanted to grow roses, we would want to visit rose gardens and try to see them the way that a rose gardener would. — Francine Prose

It dawned on me at some point that our music makes certain people happy - I never thought we'd have that effect and it's really gratifying and humbling. My least favorite is the exhaustion that comes with traveling a lot, the touring related exhaustion. And the crazy thing is that we've all been doing this for years and your body never gets used to it - you always feel messed up. But it's a good problem to have. — David Macklovitch

Prayer is ecstatic communication with your innernavigational computer. — Timothy Leary

Balloonists have an unsurpassed view of the scenery, but there is always the possibility that it may collide with them. — H.L. Mencken

Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed. — Philip James Bailey

You surprise yourself on some balls off the bat. You don't think you have a chance to catch it. And then your natural ability just takes over. — Mike Trout

Only, his email is there. I check the date and time of his note. As of this morning, Dad was still alive in Afghanistan. I try not to think about it this way, but I can't help it. — Valerie O. Patterson

It seemed some pulp-novel version of a European hub, equal parts Renaissance-age Florence and modern day Paris with a heavy helping of Las Vegas and New York - at least, that was the way she thought of it. It was so far beyond description and unrelatable to any other place that she grasped desperately at straws trying to puzzle out how she'd tell the tale she'd no doubt live tonight. — Alaria Thorne