Exclaves Quotes & Sayings

It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part. — Wallace Stegner

The truth of art lies in its power to break the monopoly of established reality to define what is real. — Herbert Marcuse

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier. — Laurell K. Hamilton

I wanted not the favor of man to lean upon; for I knew Christ's favor was infinitely better, and that it was no matter when, nor where, nor how Christ should send me, nor what trials He should still exercise me with, if I might be prepared for His work and will. — Jonathan Edwards

Nevada involved cattle, right? First of all, I thought the Lord owned the cattle on the thousand hills. What about the fact that even in early Scripture, the issue of water and forage rights is actually talked about by Abraham? — Matt Shea

Courtesy is the due of man to man; not of suit-of-clothes to suit-of-clothes. — Thomas Carlyle

Jesus Christ on a six-day wine bender. — Ian Tregillis

I didn't think at all about my body until after I stopped nursing. When I was nursing, my body was my daughter's, I didn't even think about it. Then I finished nursing, and I was kind of like "Oh, huh, wow, my body's so different." — Maggie Gyllenhaal

How strange and unnatural destiny is. I married a man eight years younger than myself, and according to the law of nature I should have been the first to die, with Him at my side. Instead, it was my destiny to witness His death.'
In speaking of Giuseppe, she always wrote Him, with a capital letter. Her style was prolix, repetitive, but with a certain academic nobility; and her handwriting was elongated, fine, even elegant. (However, in her final decline, her letters grew shorter and her written words, all shaky and twisted, groped across the page, uncertain of their direction.) — Elsa Morante

Before I opened my computer in the parking lot today, I relived one of my favorite memories. It's the one with Woody and me sitting on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum after it's closed. We're watching people parade out of the museum in summer shorts and sandals. The trees to the south are planted in parallel lines. The water in the fountain shoots up with a mist that almost reaches the steps we sit on. We look at silver-haired ladies in red-and-white-print dresses. We separate the mice from the men, the tourists from the New Yorkers, the Upper East Siders from the West Siders. The hot-pretzel vendor sells us a wad of dough in knots with clumps of salt stuck on top. We make our usual remarks about the crazies and wonder what it would be like to live in a penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue overlooking the Met. We laugh and say the same things we always say. We hold hands and keep sitting, just sitting, as the sun beings to set. It's a perfect afternoon. — Diane Keaton

I understand that show business people can wear the public a bit thin when it comes to politics. I know they wear me thin. — Clint Howard

Becoming mature Christians will require the sovereign work of God. Only God can save and sanctify. Still, God uses men and means. Certainly we as parents must seek to bring our children to Jesus Christ for salvation. But salvation is not the end of the journey. It is only the beginning. The destination toward which we are headed with our children is nothing less than maturity in Christ. — Wayne Mack

Classifiable things reek of death. You must strike out in other spheres ... quit the ranks. That's the sign of masterpieces and heroes. An original, that's the person to astonish and to rule. — Jean Cocteau

Do you think you people will get it on the six or seventh hundredth time? We're being ironically evil." "But he's actually dead!" pressed Tim. "Ugh," the priest waved a hand dismissively. "I wouldn't expect your generation to understand sophisticated humor. Now, if no one has any other business to raise ... — Yahtzee Croshaw

No politics, Murphy," Eve chided with a wag of her finger. "You're here to do a job." "Work." His furry mouth drooped. "How depressing. I'm a god. I should be having fun." "How about causing mischief?" His bearing straightened. "I'm good at doing that. — Eve Langlais