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Gioele Patroni Quotes By Don DeLillo

Marian and I saw products as garbage even when they sat gleaming on store shelves, yet unbought. We didn't say, What kind of casserole will that make? We said, What kind of garbage will that make? — Don DeLillo

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Dennis Loy Johnson

Poetry is important to people in a crisis, as love and intelligence are important. These are survival tools. — Dennis Loy Johnson

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Robin Black

There are moments in a creative life when you understand why you do it. Those moments might last a few seconds or maybe, for some people, years. But whatever the actual time that passes, they still feel like a single moment. Fragile in the way a moment is, liable to be shattered by a breath, set apart from all the other passing time, distinct.
But then it changes. And what seemed unimaginably exhilarating gets bogged down, even when a project is going well. It is a gradual, inevitable sobering during which your right to be passive diminishes. What the ether has given you, now in fact belongs to you. And then it is work. Then it is hard. — Robin Black

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Danielle LaPorte

Start leaving what you want to leave. Your future is waiting. — Danielle LaPorte

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Scott Lynch

Live snakes?' said one of the scribes. 'You mean-'
'Yeah,' said Locke. 'They've got scales, they slither around - snakes. Keep up. — Scott Lynch

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Mark Twain

The true charm of pedestrians does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. — Mark Twain

Gioele Patroni Quotes By Juliet Marillier

At the end of the parapet, a long black coat lay neatly folded on the wall. At the other end stood my sister and her lover. Tati's arms were wound around Sorrow's neck, her body pressed close to his, as if she would melt into him. His hands were enlaced in my sister's long hair as he strained her slight form against him, white on black. Their eyes were closed; their lips clung; they were lost in each other. It was beautiful and powerful. It was impossible. — Juliet Marillier