Gluv Huntington Quotes & Sayings

I'm not out burning bras, but I'm very opinionated about women owning their power. — Katherine Heigl

What would be the fun in doing things you know are going to work? — Neil Gaiman

What you hold in your hands right now, beneath these words, is consecrated air and time and sunlight and, first of all, a place. — Barbara Kingsolver

The criterion of simplicity requires that the minimum number of assumptions be postulated. — Albert Low

It is difficult to see the souls within the women who stand along the streets to claw for their customers like zombies in a haunted house. We overlook the fact that they are zombies. Their key to maintain a physical life was likely an emotional death. — Maggie Young

Have you noticed, Stil, how beautiful the young women are this year? — Frank Herbert

If history starts as a guest list, it has a tendency to end like the memory of a drunken party: misheard, blurred, fragmentary. — Sarah Churchwell

Asleep, nobody is a hypocrite — William Hazlitt

Her four pupils bored into his, her white face perfectly immobile. "Altruism? What's happening to you?" "I don't know," he said. — William Gibson

Because love isn't just love. It's all the other stuff, too. — Kelly Link

End of February? Let's see . . . February 24th? Nothing. Nothing at all. I mean, Steve Jobs' birthday, but besides that, you know, a whole lot of nothing. I think it's a Monday. — T. Lucas Earle

When the fairy tale ends, there's only one way back... rewind — Tali Alexander

I dont want to win? If that were the case why the heck am I on the bus 16 hours a day, shaking thousands of hands, giving hundreds of speeches, getting pillared in the press and cartoons and still staying on message to win? — George W. Bush

A first meeting. A meeting in the desert, a meeting at sea, meeting in the city, meeting at night, meeting at a grave, meeting in the sunshine beside the forest, beside water. Human beings meet, yet the meetings are not the same. Meeting partakes in its very essence not only of the persons but of the place of meeting. And that essence of place remains, and colours, faintly, the association, perhaps forever.
Ethel Wilson, Swamp Angel. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart, 1990 (page 95). — Ethel Wilson