Empower Network Quotes & Sayings

Marina filled her lungs with frozen air and smelled both winter and spring, dirt and leftover snow with the smallest undercurrent of something green. — Ann Patchett

When a role seems fun it's easy to play. It kind of comes organically. — Zach Galifianakis

If I look to see what I ever did that, for all I now know, some other man might not have done, I am utterly unable to discover the certainly unique deed. — Josiah Royce

When you become tired of fitting in, is when you truly become yourself — Ric Ocasek

Wel you know 1ce the kids start singing at you thats a cern kynd of track youre on nor there aint too much you can do about it. Making the kids stop singing wont help its too late by then youve jus got to clinch your teef and get on with it. — Russell Hoban

He waited a second, then made an abrupt flapping motion with his hands. "Well?" he demanded. "I'm a vampire, you silly woman. Ask me in! We're wanted felons, you know! — Rachel Caine

You can recruit the populace conservatism for the interests of corporate conservatism that the two things can be married into one unholy union. — Jeff Sharlet

And if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us break her and bully her, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured. — Virginia Woolf

When you're in a slump, you do something different, just to try it. I remember one time I was in a slump, and I borrowed one of Henry Aaron's bats and hit two homers. I used my own bats the next night. I just needed a change. — Joe Torre

And this note was a jittery time bomb, ticking beneath my normal life, in my pocket all day firecely reread, in my purse all week until I was afraid it would get crushed or snooped, in my drawer between two dull books to escape my mother and then in the box and now thunked back to you. A note, who writes a note like that? Who were you to write one to me? It boomed inside me the whole time, an explosion over and over, the joy of what you wrote to me jumpy shrapnel in my bloodstream. I can't have it near me anymore, I'm grenading it back to you, as soon as I unfold it and read it and cry one more time. Because me too, and fuck you. Even now.
I can't stop thinking about you. — Daniel Handler

There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman. — Margaret Fuller