Glasshouse Sligo Quotes & Sayings

Mine the long night
The secret place
Where lovers meet
In long embrace
In purple dark
In silvered kiss
Forget the world
And grasp your bliss — A.S. Byatt

It's not my job to critique the writing. I'm there to serve it. I had to figure out a way to make it work. — Julia Stiles

He'd gotten a botany internship thinking that he could use it to grow illicit, untaxed marijuana only to discover that every third botany intern had come in with the same plan. — James S.A. Corey

To treat fiction as if it were a religious or moral sermon is about as far from the actuality of literature as it is possible to get and indeed it is, in my opinion, the purest form of intellectual barbarism. — Edward W. Said

The dimensionality of 3D, the depth of field, the dynamism ... it's an immersive experience. And on top of that it's great because the new glasses don't make you want to throw up and they don't give you paper cuts! — Brendan Fraser

That Rome was comparatively great and wealthy is certain. — Goldwin Smith

For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Universe is the creation of the mind. Universe exists inside the mind as the flower exists inside the seed. — Amit Ray

How can I have both? This question will change your life. It will take you from a model of scarcity and limitation to a universe of possibilities and abundance. This — T. Harv Eker

Until you understand your customers - deeply and genuinely - you cannot hope to serve them — Rasheed Ogunlaru

Nothing that'll kill us sounded good, but Holden felt a pang for his coffeemaker. Alex, — James S.A. Corey

The Reaper comes when he comes and he usually only knows the name of the person he's come for, the one on his list written in jet black ink on an old browning scroll unfurled and rolled out twenty thousand miles across the earth. When he gets to your bedside he barely notices the one lying next to you, the one who will be left with all that pain and loneliness, until the day that old Reaper comes to learn their name as well. — Blacke Tales

Of course a carp is just a carp, waiting to become either your pet, or a gefilte fish. But am I wrong to also see this body lying in a pool of blood, being fibbed about in plain sight, as a metaphor for all the corpses and blood never discussed? — Leela Corman