Edward Conklin Quotes & Sayings

I've tried to avoid labels, but they always find you. — Poppy Z. Brite

If Garp was going to play lacrosse, Jenny thought, where would he go? Not out, because it's dark; he'd lose the ball. — John Irving

Anyone who'd ever kept a secret could tell you, the bigger the secret, the more draining it was to carry around with you. Every second, of every minute, of every day, lying to the people around you. Waiting for the inevitable moment that the truth would come out and you would have to deal with the fallout.
It was exhausting. — Violet Cross

I love the freedom of having my own space and my own place and doing things on my terms, and not really having to think about anybody else's schedule. — Danielle Fishel

But we no more choose our passions than our features or complexion. — John Cleland

Let us, at least, dig and seek till we have discovered our own opinions. The dogmas we really hold are far more fantastic, and, perhaps, far more beautiful than we think. In the course of these essays I fear that I have spoken from time to time of rationalists and rationalism, and that in a disparaging sense. Being full of that kindliness which should come at the end of everything, even of a book, I apologize to the rationalists even for calling them rationalists. There are no rationalists. We all believe fairy-tales, and live in them. Some, with a sumptuous literary turn, believe in the existence of the lady clothed with the sun. Some, with a more rustic, elvish instinct, like Mr. McCabe, believe merely in the impossible sun itself. Some hold the undemonstrable dogma of the existence of God; some the equally undemonstrable dogma of the existence of the man next door. — G.K. Chesterton

We might adapt for the artist the joke about there being nothing more dangerous than instruments of war in the hands of generals. In the same way, there is nothing more dangerous than justice in the hands of judges, and a paint brush in the hands of a painter! Just think of the danger to society! But today we haven't the heart to expel the painters and poets because we no longer admit to ourselves that there is any danger in keeping them in our midst. — Pablo Picasso

And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning. — Patrick Suskind

Baby," he said, "listen to me. I ain't beautiful, you are. You're so damn beautiful you got it spillin' out all over the place, blindin' you into thinkin' I'm beautiful when I ain't. Farthest thing from it. — Madeline Sheehan

Seeing a catering truck feels like home. — Dakota Johnson

ABOUT THE AUTHOR JANE PORTER — Jane Porter