Fintelegram Quotes & Sayings

The received image of a writer is that of an unproductive sensitive who suffers from the vapors, is enslaved by his gonads, falls victim to romantic swoons and passes out at deadlines. — George V. Higgins

I feel something like hands around my throat, threatening to squeeze the life from me. Each word tightens the grip, as if ink alone can strangle me. For a second, I fear I might not breathe again. — Victoria Aveyard

I would risk violence a thousand times rather than risk the emasculation of the whole race. — Mahatma Gandhi

Sony could have $50 million and a sound stage and A-list actors and never make the same film. The constraints on this film became the essence of this film, became the power of this film. — Joshua Leonard

Death is not the beginning of an endless deep, dark, silent night but the beginning of a bright, joyful, eternal light. — Debasish Mridha

An autobiography is a life story. It starts when you're born and continues until the end. — Richard Hell

She said that everything that disappeared from our side went over to theirs, where they kept living normal lives, waiting for the things still lingering with us to join them, and make the world whole once more. — Alexandra Kleeman

In Mosca's experience, a 'long story' was always a short story someone did not want to tell. — Frances Hardinge

There is no trivia in a strategic mind. — Toba Beta

Graphic designers judge a cover by its book. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Love is not a thing you can pick up and throw into the gutter and pick up again as the fancy takes you. I am a person, very unfortunately for you, with a quite peculiar dread of thrusting myself or my affections on any one, of in any way outstaying my welcome. The man I would love would be the man I could trust to love me for ever. I do not trust you. I did outstay my welcome once. I did get thrown into the gutter, and came near drowning in that sordid place. — Elizabeth Von Arnim

Her eyes drank in the colors of home - the soft gray of an arctic gull's wing. The clear blue heart of an ice floe. — Jennifer Donnelly

But this...her...she's more than warmth. She's fire, a soul, a name. Mei Yee reverbs through my head, my veins. Lodges like shrapnel in the far reaches of my chest. More powerful than a pound of C-4. Uncontrollable. — Ryan Graudin