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Enrichingly Quotes By George Elliott Clarke

Donna E. Smyth - adventures with words; she is always doing something new and unique. Beginning with her visceral morality, her stories are startling, nerve wracking, provocative: she combines Angela Carter's beautiful style with Patricia Highsmith's malevolent atmospheres. Smyth shatters clichs and dismisses mere sociology. She knows that pleasure is besieged by terror. She tells us what we don't want to know, but need to know. Smyth's writing disturbs us, enrichingly, because truth can never be at peace with language. — George Elliott Clarke

Enrichingly Quotes By Susan Sarandon

By the time I went to the Catholic University of America, which was the time the priests were all leaving with the nuns, the more I studied about the Bible and how it came about, the more I lost my faith. — Susan Sarandon

Enrichingly Quotes By James Cash Penney

My definition of an executive's job is brief and to the point. It is simply this: Getting things done through other people. — James Cash Penney

Enrichingly Quotes By Edgerrin James

I want to be one of the best ever. It's important to me. Why can't I be? Who's faster than me? Not many. Who has the size and can move like me? Not many. Catch passes like me? Not many. — Edgerrin James

Enrichingly Quotes By Jack Kerouac

Everything belongs to me because I am poor. — Jack Kerouac

Enrichingly Quotes By Irvin D. Yalom

Nonetheless, the past is part of your present consciousness - it forms the spectacles through which you experience the present. — Irvin D. Yalom

Enrichingly Quotes By John Sinclair

My memory of the event stops at this point, like a scene that is held in the eye in the moments after a lamp is turned out. I can recall the burnished surface of the river flowing by, the rotations of birdsong from the trees behind us, and the imprint of my father's fingers on my forehead where he had brushed away my hair. But of my father I remember nothing save an impression of his lean body, perched on a rock, in white featureless silhouette as if his image had been carefully cut from a photograph. the image stays with me still.
"Do you understand?" the silhouette says.
I nod and say nothing. (pg 43) — John Sinclair