Fringe Observers Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps to love is to learn
to walk through this world.
To learn to be silent
Like the oak and linden of fable.
To learn to see — Octavio Paz

I'd Better Not--

A man leaned over to a man in a pub
And said in a voice
'I used to be thirty seven but now I'm fifty one'.
And that's how the years go.
In handfuls.
Like somebody is almost at the end of a bag of crisps
And they tip the bag up
And it's as though they're drinking crisps.
That's how the years go. — Ian McMillan

Someday I'll be remembered for The phone calls I never made Letters I never mailed And the stories I never finished telling anyone. — Yoko Ono

I often tell people who want to write historical fiction: don't read all that much about the period you're writing about; read things from the period that you're writing about. There's a tendency to stoke up on a lot of biography and a lot of history, and not to actually get back to the original sources. — Thomas Mallon

We should not compare humans to God, but Messi is a godly player. — Franz Beckenbauer

The Republic may not give wealth or happiness, she has not promised these. It is the freedom to pursue these, not their realization, we can claim. — Andrew Carnegie

Let your story grow. Let it surprise you, and it will certainly surprise your readers. — M. Kirin

Compassion is like mother giving love to her children. Mother's ways are higher than others, even when everyone rejects, mother accepts with her arms open and wide. — Amit Ray

Everyone watching over his shoulder, Free French plotting revenge on Vichy traitors, Lublin Communists drawing beads on Varsovian shadow-ministers, ELAS Greeks stalking royalists, unrepatriable dreamers of all languages hoping through will, fist, prayer to bring back kings, republics, pretenders, summer anarchisms that perished before the first crops were in ... some dying wretchedly, nameless, under ice-and-snow surfaces of bomb craters out in the East End not to be found till spring, some chronically drunk or opiated for getting through the day's reverses, most somehow losing, losing what souls they had, less and less able to trust, seized in the game's unending chatter, its daily self-criticism, its demand for total attention ... — Thomas Pynchon

Omygod, I haven't got years. I'll have to hide in the Bat Cave."
"Once you go to the Bat Cave it's forever, babe."
Eeek. — Janet Evanovich

Whilst I may look good, I do find it hard to find the right man. — Marie Helvin