Goldimouse Quotes & Sayings

They have an absolute willingness to torch the landscape around them to emerge the winner. — Brad Stone

The sleeping style of each organism is exquisitely
adapted to the ecology of the animal. It is conceivable that animals who are too stupid to be quiet on their own initiative are, during periods of high risk, immobilized by the implacable arm of sleep. — Carl Sagan

Art is manipulation, the management of material, the directing of fate ... Who does that directing? — Eric Maisel

I keep hearing "Should I buy? Should I buy?". When I start hearing "Should I sell? That's the bottom. — Nick Moore

What I did with his automobile was fairly dramatic and somewhat risky, but still a lot easier than finding a parking place on the Upper East Side. — Mark Helprin

all about reaction as opposed to action. — Sherman Alexie

A chrysanthemum by any other name would be easier to spell. — William J. Johnston

A lot of people don't get it, but I design from the inside out so that the finished product looks inevitable somehow. I think it's important to create spaces that people like to be in, that are humanistic. — Frank Gehry

The style of life is a unity because it has grown out of the difficulties of early life and out of the striving for a goal. — Alfred Adler

Afternoon light slanted in through the parted curtains, laying bars of gold across the floor. — Cassandra Clare

We could visit him," suggests Will. "But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'? — Veronica Roth

No, you need to listen, she says. This ain't Silverlake, an you ain't the daddy. Out here in the real world, the person who knows what they're doin is the daddy an right now, that's me. So. Do like daddy says an shift that tasty butt of yers. Unless, of course, you want it shot off. — Moira Young

An therein lurks the cruelest truth of all. In the end, we are no different from every other cult, every other religion. Convincing ourselves of the righteousness of our path. Convincing ourselves that we alone hold to an immutable truth. Secure in the belief that everyone else is damned.

But it was all a game, the sacred a playground for secular power struggles, venal ambition.

What's left to believe in? — Steven Erikson