Haldun Morgan Quotes & Sayings

For some reason, 1968 is a touchstone year for me. I think it was the first year I felt fully conscious. — Richard Greenberg

Every generation proclaims that each must lead his own life, but seldom grants the subsequent generation the right to lead theirs. — Faith Baldwin

You can only have bliss if you don't chase it. — Henepola Gunaratana

Do this and you will be an apostle, a fulfiller of what the Lord chose you for, an accomplisher of your calling as messenger. When at first you succeed in all this, then perhaps the Lord will appoint you as a special ambassador-to save others after you have saved yourself; and to help those who are tempted, after you yourself pass through all temptations, and through all experiences in good and evil. — Theophan The Recluse

If you're dating a writer and they don't write about you - whether it's good or bad - then they don't love you. They just don't. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring. — Jamie Anne Royce

Okay, I've told you everythin'. Now please take that jacket off."
"Not yet, muchacho. If you've slept with so many people, how do I know you didn't catch a disease? Tell me you got tested."
"At the clinic when I got the staples in my arm, they tested me. Trust me, I'm clean."
"I am, too. Just in case you were wondering." I remove my other sandal, glad he didn't make me feel stupid or give me crap for asking more than one question. "Your turn."
"Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question. — Simone Elkeles

It's funny how often we celebrate by poisoning ourselves — Johnny Moscato

Honor is doing the right thing, when no one is looking. — D.B. Corey

Unfortunately, with dinosaurs, we haven't had enough specimens to determine how much variation there is within a species. — Jack Horner

The mistake is to assume that rulers who came to power through institutions cannot change or destroy those very institutions - even when that is exactly what they have announced that they will do. — Timothy Snyder

He went into the kitchen. It was eight in the evening. He tried to shut the bright spring evening out with the curtains, but it forced its way past them in places, dust-filled sunbeams that lit up the gloom in his flat. Spring and summer were not Erlendur's seasons. Too bright. Too frivolous. He wanted heavy, dark winters. Finding nothing edible in the kitchen, he sat down at the table with his chin resting in his hand. — Arnaldur Indridason