Germanovich Quotes & Sayings

The bulk of my calls are from agents who are letting you know about material that's coming your way. — Stacey Snider

I am starting to talk fast now, and I have to remember to slow down because when I get excited, I start to sound like myself and my American accent goes away. — NoViolet Bulawayo

But the soul, the spirit that made her Livvy was no longer there: It was something that had gone away to a far and untouchable place, even as Julian ran his hands over her hair again and again and begged her to wake up and look at him just one more time.

High above the Council Hall, the golden clock began to chime the hour. — Cassandra Clare

When I only had one or two synthesisers you learn how to do everything on those things and you know them inside out. I think that's the best way to be with them. — Thighpaulsandra

There's always these giant baffling books, like 'The Da Vinci Code.' People say it's not as well written as 'Midnight's Children.' Why aren't people reading 'Midnight's Children?' Nobody knows why these phenomenons happen but they're great. — Denise Mina

I was persisting in reading my present environment in the light of my old one. — Richard Wright

Pain is not insignificant. Neither is bewilderment or fear. Or conditions like poverty or homelessness. But somewhere - somewhere - there is peace. It is not even far off. It is somewhere deep inside us, in fact, ever present, just waiting for us to look inward to find it. She — Mary Balogh

I think the perception of there being a deep gulf between science and the humanities is false. — Clifford Geertz

Sounds like a plan worthy of Athena. — Rick Riordan

At the back of Karl's mind, a new thought emerged: reward money. — A.G. Riddle

But she never was polite unless there was company. — Charles Dickens

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love. — John Muir