Filterable Agent Quotes & Sayings

Going where no man has gone before is more difficult than it sounds. Our cousins and ancestors were no less curious than we are, and were perhaps bolder. This world is their tomb.
You should look under the bed. — N.D. Wilson

Terror works like a musical composition, so many instruments, all in tune, playing perfectly together to create their desired effect. Sorrow and horror and fear. — Nancy Gibbs

I need them and they need me to need them — Rosie Thomas

It hurts, so much, to love. To love people only to watch them suffer. — K.I. Hope

For who would dare to assert that eternal happiness can compensate for a single moment's human suffering — Albert Camus

Being female in this world means having been robbed of the potential for human choice by men who love to hate us. One does does not make choices in freedom. Instead, one conforms in body type and behavior and values to become an object of male sexual desire, which requires an abandonment of a wide-ranging capacity for choice ...
Men too make choices. When will they choose not to despise us? — Andrea Dworkin

I earned this, fair and square. We'll, maybe it hadn't been fair. And maybe it hadn't been precisely square. Still, she'd earned it legally. Legally and ... rectangularly. That would have to do. — Courtney Milan

I don't want to tell people how to remember me. I want people to remember me as they remember me. — John Trudell

I'd forgotten how enlivening it could feel, seeing clearly and far. Aridity frees light. It also unleashes grandeur. The earth here wasn't cloaked in forest, nor draped in green. Green was pastoral, peaceful, mild. Desert beauty was "sublime" in the way that the romantic poets had used the word- not peaceful dales but rugged mountain faces, not reassuring but daunting nature, the earth's skin and haunches, its spines and angles arching prehistorically in sunlight. — Julene Bair

Claudia knew that she could never pull off the old-fashioned kind of running away. That is, running away in the heat of anger with a knapsack on her pack. She didn't like discomfort; even picnics were untidy and inconvenient: all those insects and the sun melting the icing on the cupcakes. Therefore, she decided that her leaving home would not be just running from somewhere but would be running to somewhere. — E.L. Konigsburg

For me, I think it was a little easier to write thinking that nobody was listening. — Dan Kennedy