Foals My Number Quotes & Sayings

Writing anything is a treason of sorts. — Anthony Bourdain

We - we spread out," he said. "Yes. We spread out. That's what we do."
They moved carefully through the bracken. The sergeant crouched behind a handy log, and said, "Right. Very good. You've got the general idea. Now let's spread out again, and this time we spread out separately. — Terry Pratchett

Colin believed that the world contained exactly two kinds of people: Dumpers and Dumpees. A lot of people will claim to be both, but those people miss the point entirely: You are predisposed to either one fate or the other. Dumpers may not always be the heartbreakers, and the Dumpees may not always be the heartbroken.
(1) breakup, (2) divorce, or (3) death. — John Green

A screenwriter heard me read from my novel 'The Wishbones' when it was still in progress and mentioned me to some producers in Hollywood. They called, and I told them I had a novel in my drawer about a high school election that goes haywire. They asked to take a look, and my life changed pretty dramatically as a result. — Tom Perrotta

Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination. — G.K. Chesterton

Being able to draw means being able to put things in believable space. People who don't draw very well can't do that. — David Hockney

Oh God. I'm losing it. Everyone knows this is how criminals get caught. They add too many details and trip themselves up. — Sophie Kinsella

A woman's counsel brought us first to woe,
And made her man his paradise forego,
Where at heart's ease he liv'd; and might have been
As free from sorrow as he was from sin. — John Dryden

She was around two. She and Laura went down in a shipwreck. I heard Henry didn't eat or sleep for days. He searched for them for weeks, but there was never any sign of them. There were no survivors." "How sad," she whispered. He touched her chin and turned her liquid eyes toward him. "Don't cry. It happened a long time ago. I'm sure Henry is over it all by now." "Love like that never dies." He smiled. "Such romanticism. No wonder you read poetry." "Does he ever talk about them?" He released her chin and shook his head. "Clara would be in tears if he did. The servants tell how he raved like a madman when he heard the news. Molly said she'd never heard a grown man cry like that. — Colleen Coble

Our own distrust gives a fair pretence for the knavery of other people. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Religion becomes a matter of belief, and belief acts as a limitation on the mind; and the mind then is never free. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

She has had any number of foals. I yield to her judgement. — Katherine Arden

A man would know he had to walk through fire and tame a lioness with his bare hands every time he approached you. Every day an adventure, and every night ... — Robert Jordan