Hamrah Trader Quotes & Sayings

Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on.
Nora: I don't have a sour face.
Vee: Yes, you do. And you're wearing it right now.
Nora: This is my annoyed face. You woke me up at six in the morning! — Becca Fitzpatrick

How does it secure the blessings of liberty to our posterity, to those generations yet unborn, to kill them, aborting them in the womb? — Alan Keyes

If you do not need something that it is still useful, give it to someone who will appreciate it before you douse it in lighter fluid in hopes Santa Odin will put a new one under your Yule tree. — Thomm Quackenbush

I watched him carefully. He was making art because he has to, and because he's brave enough to try and make contact, right there on the edge of madness, where he dreams. — Anne Lamott

I told them my system was based on the "ant plan," that I'd gotten the idea watching a colony of ants in Africa during the war. A whole bunch of ants working toward a common goal. — Bear Bryant

A thick hide is a gift from God. — Konrad Adenauer

Reporting provides reminders that things are always more complicated than you think. — John Jeremiah Sullivan

I have never been a violent man. Just a little creepy, it seems. — Tim Winton

And love. Yes, he was a man loved, wasn't he? — Bey Deckard

But the real fun of writing, for me at least, is the experience of making a set of givens yield. There's an incredibly inflexible set of instruments - our vocabulary, our grammar, the abstract symbols on paper, the limitations of your own powers of expression. You write something down and it's awkward, trivial, artificial, approximate. But with effort you can get it to become a little flexible, a little transparent. You can get it to open up, and expose something lurking there beyond the clumsy thing you first put down. When you add a comma or add or subtract a word, and the thing reacts and changes, it's so exciting that you forget how absolutely terrible writing feels a lot of the time. — Deborah Eisenberg

He feels, as he sometimes does, as most people must, a presence in the room, what he can only think of as his and Rebecca's living ghosts, the amalgamation of their dreams and their breathing, their smells. He does not believe in ghosts, but he believes in ... something. Something viable, something living, that's surprised when he wakes at this hour, that's neither glad nor sorry to see him awake but that recognizes the fact, because it has been interrupted in its nocturnal inchoate musings. — Michael Cunningham

The thing that they were more freaked out was that I had done a spread for Playboy years before, and as Playboy always does, they exploit the exploitation and re-release different pictures. — Nina Blackwood