Grazer With Striped Quotes & Sayings

It is most true, stylus virum arguit, - our style betrays us. — Robert A. Burton

A stack of banged-up grocery carts humped each other in a metal orgy in the far corner of the new Sedano's parking lot. — Jennine Capo Crucet

I think anybody with any intelligence sits down and sees Star Trek not a kids' show. — Nichelle Nichols

More and more I lived in books, they were my comfort, refuge, addiction, compensation for the humiliations that attended contact with the world outside. — Lorna Sage

If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. — Emile Zola

I have to stay here and bury her," he whispered. "Here, between RiverClan and ThunderClan. After this, not even her own Clan will want to mourn her. — Erin Hunter

I only work at night, generally. Usually when I work [during the day] I'll black out the windows or something. — Grimes

Oblonsy was fond of a pleasant joke, and sometimes liked to perplex a simple-minded man by observing that if you're going to be proud of your ancestry, why stop short at Prince Rurik and repudiate your oldest ancestor - the ape? — Leo Tolstoy

All my family were brilliant cooks when I was growing up, but I ended up just cleaning up, so I've always lacked confidence in the kitchen. — Amanda Eliasch

Smile at someone, and you have given him more than hundreds of dollars. Hug someone, and you have given him more than thousands of dollars. Kiss someone, and you have given him more than millions of dollars. Love someone, and you have given him more than billions of dollars. — Matshona Dhliwayo

To live a life of one's own choosing Is not about the winning or losing It is living each day for the thrill of the ride, Not what awaits on the other side. Taking the process as the essence of what you do Not what happens when the effort is through The joy of each step, a source of elation The greatest gift of God's creation. A poem by Karen Lyons Kalmenson — David Mezzapelle

Aspiring writers should read the entire canon of literature that precedes them, back to the Greeks, up to the current issue of The Paris Review. — William Kennedy

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
- Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me! — William Wordsworth

No! I won't pay debt with a currency that's not backed by gold and silver! No! I won't trust in God! — Jared Lee Loughner