Florastor Quotes & Sayings

I write different kinds of sentences, depending on what the book is, and what the project is. I see my work evolving. I'm writing long sentences now, something I didn't use to do. I had some kind of breakthrough, five or six years ago, in Invisible, and in Sunset Park after that. I discovered a new way to write sentences. And I find it exhilarating. — Paul Auster

It's okay to feel lost like you're wandering around in the dark. It's the bad days that make the good ones so much better." My — Brittainy C. Cherry

O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice; and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A work of art is said to be perfect in proportion as it does not remind the spectator of the process by which it was created. — Henry Theodore Tuckerman

My words did not seem to reach her. Or, if they did, she was unable to grasp their meaning. — Haruki Murakami

Ghastly and Anton have been murdered. Ravel's betrayed us. Valkyrie is ... gone. The Dead Men have had their last stand and we've fallen, Saracen. The three of us are all that remain. - Skulduggery — Derek Landy

There is nothing I love as much as a good fight. — Franklin D. Roosevelt

That's one of those hazards of an interview: You get tired of your stock answer and you try to get creative and even play devil's advocate. — Doug Martsch

Most of my favorite writers are over forty, and so I suppose I'll only name a few of the writers whose work I find myself constantly returning to: Edward P. Jones, Marilynne Robinson, Kazuo Ishiguro, V. S. Naipaul, Toni Morrison, and Philip Roth. — Dinaw Mengestu

One can disintegrate the world by means of very strong light. For weak eyes the world becomes solid, for still weaker eyes it seems to develop fists, for eyes weaker still it becomes shamefaced and smashes anyone who dares to gaze upon it. — Franz Kafka

Of all the affections which attend human life, the love of glory is the most ardent. — Richard Steele