Edicts Stellaris Quotes & Sayings

There are only two kinds of Wodehouse readers, those who adore him and those who have never read him. — Richard Usborne

At this point I feel I would be remiss to not mention the prevalence of a specific kind of person who enters the field of book publishing. This is the English lit major who never should have left academia, a genius who has read all of V.S. Naipaul but can't photocopy title pages right side up. This person is very thin, possibly vegan, probably Ivy League. He or she feels as if answering the phone in a chipper voice is a form of legalized prostitution. He or she has a single quirky fashion piece, usually red or black, and waxes poetic about typewriters and the British, having never truly known either. Regardless of sex, they all want to be David Foster Wallace when they grow up. — Sloane Crosley

Holes are interesting. there are books about holes. — Don DeLillo

Time to travel, to acquiesce to fate. — Patti Smith

When you're doing mountain rescue, you don't take a doctorate in mountain rescue; you look for somebody who knows the terrain. It's about context. — Rory Stewart

I have asked a lot of my emotions-one hundred and twenty stories. The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there was one little drop of something, not blood, not a tear, not my seed, but me more intimately than these, in every story, it was the extra I had. Now it has gone and I am just like you now. — F Scott Fitzgerald

I think at the end of a show, you have to walk out with a message. That's my hardest struggle right now; that's what I'm working towards. — Nora Dunn

Don't let the daily routine kill your creativity. Remember who you were before you got that job. — Morr Meroz

That's how vilification works. The victim ingests the views of his tormentor. If that's how I look, that's what I must be. — Howard Jacobson

While I rather doubt whether, as has often been claimed, everyone has at least one novel inside them, it is undeniably true of theories ... — Richard C. Cox

She realised she was whimpering. Sir held her closer, his hard grip reassuring. This wasn't a dream; he really was here. — Cherise Sinclair