Hawker Quotes & Sayings

Her voice is still pitched high, thanks to her youth, but it has a certain incipient darkness to it, a low richness that will mature in the coming years to the smoky tones of a priestess or a queen -- a woman of great natural power. — Libbie Hawker

Nobody in Singapore drinks Singapore Slings. It's one of the first things you find out there. What you do in Singapore is eat. It's a really food-crazy culture, where all of this great food is available in a kind of hawker-stand environment. — Anthony Bourdain

Still, if I don't believe in the possibility, I might go mad from fear. — Libbie Hawker

The biggest empty space, the biggest gap in what should be a premier and always vibrant food scene in America is that we don't have hawker centers like they do in Singapore, basically food courts where mom and pop specialists can set up shop in fairly hygienic little stalls all up to health code making one dish they've been doing forever and ever. — Anthony Bourdain

Think carefully before you issue me a command, Zenobia. For I will do what you tell me, even if I'm the worst possible man for the job. — Libbie Hawker

You can't heal hurt with hate. — K.L. Hawker

Try all you might to learn a woman's place. You have found it already. It is in the desert, with the stars shining on your skin. It is on the back of a camel, with a sword gripped tight in your fist. It is on the throne of Egypt-it is in the reach of your empire-it is in my arms, and in my heart. You made your place, and it is your by right, Zenobia, my love. — Libbie Hawker

Make your character flawed in a serious, big, scary, potentially life-wrecking way. When you start with a badly flawed character, the arc will be all about correcting that flaw - about your character growing into a better person, the kind of mythic hero archetype he was "meant to be" but couldn't become until this adventure - the events of your plot - pushed him to change himself for the better. — Libbie Hawker

Nafsha is so concerned with my virginity. I am beginning to think she would wed me herself. Alas, the only tool she might use to make me a woman is her tongue -- and it is far too sharp for me to allow it beneath my skirts. — Libbie Hawker

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When the audience understands that the main character has a very serious need to change his own heart and mind, the hook is set, and the audience is irrevocably invested. — Libbie Hawker

A diligent hawker today, can be a great tycoon tomorrow — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

How much do you want? Do you want three meals in a hawker centre, food court or restaurant? — Vivian Balakrishnan

The residents blamed the "Gahmen", naturally. Since the explosion of social media, those "Gahmen" guys have been blamed for everything from HDB flat prices to the price of oil, climate change, the shortage of Hello Kitty dolls and kids not clearing their trays away at hawker centres. — Neil Humphreys

We all have one. It is that run. Its physical location may change as we move house, region, country, continent. But it is the run that is always with us. It is the run that we can trust ourselves to. It is the run that is waiting to enfold us back again after injury, absence or discouragement. It is where we go in the cool of the early morning, in the heat of the day, in the fading light of a setting sun. It is a place we go to in all seasons, observing and feeling the changes, until the rhythm of the earth becomes our own, a comforting reminder of the impermanence of all things. It is where we go to seek solace, to seek challenge. It is where we go when we need to push, to hold back. It is where we go when we need to find a fragile peace. — Lizzy Hawker

History's peddler, chapman, drummer, canvasser, commercial traveler, hawker, and packman may be gone from our roadways. But their indomitable spirit and unflagging optimism, along with an understanding of human nature, will endure in each of us who choose to follow their lead. — Ronald Solberg

Strength, solidarity, and loyalty - those were the traits of a proper woman. Dovey — Libbie Hawker

It was the mangled sea- man's heart, and we restored it reverently to its place, where it had once beat high with life and courage, with thrilling hope and sickening fear. — R. S. Hawker

There is nothing humble about this woman. — Libbie Hawker

We don't yet know the state of the naturals. Are they friends or foes? None of us can say. We ought to anchor in the bay, as near as we might come to the shore, and bide our time. The naturals will show themselves, soon or late. They know we are here already, or else I'm a virgin girl. — Libbie Hawker

And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why! — Robert Stephen Hawker

You share the same destiny as everyone else, the same history, the same hardship, the same rot, the same Tram beer, the same dog kebabs, the same narrative as soon as you come into the world. You start out baby-chick or slim-jim or child-soldier. You graduate to endlessly striking student or desperado. If you've got a family on the trains, then you work on the trains; otherwise like a ship you wash up on the edge of hope - a suicidal, a carjacker, a digger with dirty teeth, a mechanic, a street sleeper, a commission agent, an errand boy employed by for-profit tourists, a hawker of secondhand coffins. Your fate is already sealed like that of the locomotives carrying spoiled merchandise and the dying. — Fiston Mwanza Mujila

She will not bow her head to any woman or man, so why, indeed, should she bow to a needle? — Libbie Hawker

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Gardens were weeded and watered and — Libbie Hawker

The Story Core Every compelling story has the following five elements: 1) A character 2) The character wants something 3) But something prevents him from getting what he wants easily 4) So he struggles against that force 5) And either succeeds or fails — Libbie Hawker

You might think it's better to prove to your reader that your book is unlike anything else out there - that this is a totally unique reading experience that doesn't have any similarity to any other story. I hate to break it to you, but that's a losing game. Even readers who think they only want to read 100% original fiction, totally unlike anything else that's ever been done before, are mistaken. The human mind is drawn like a magnet to established story patterns. That's why the "hero's journey" pattern of ancient myth has persisted throughout all of human history. — Libbie Hawker

Men always laugh whenever a woman says she has political skill. But it's not such a difficult thing to master. — Libbie Hawker

The character's flaw will shape every other aspect of your book. The flaw is the engine that drives your entire book, from hooking your reader's interest to propelling the plot to its climax - so choose your flaw with care, and make it count. — Libbie Hawker

Plot is certainly a part of constructing a story. It's a factor in outlining. But believe it or not, it's the least important factor. If you focus your efforts on the Three Legs - character arc, pacing, and theme - you can change the specifics of the plot a hundred different times, and you'll still have essentially the same story. — Libbie Hawker

He's a moron being an asshole. You don't shoot people for being assholes, or the human race would be extinct. — L.S. Hawker

In the dull, persistent beat of her heart, she hears the rhythm of hope. It is faint and thin as a thread, but it is there. — Libbie Hawker

A tight pace has nothing to do with explosions or car chases. It has everything to do with creating a compulsion to keep on reading, even when your reader has other things she really ought to be doing. — Libbie Hawker

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female. — Libbie Hawker

The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper." More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. "A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What's the world coming to, Peabody?" Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn't move a muscle. "I'm sorry, sir, you're interrupting my praying. — J.D. Robb

I can hear some of you groaning as you read this section. "Great," you're saying. "I have to put a theme in my book? Themes are only for that 'high literature' stuff that gets taught in universities, not for my nice, entertaining genre fiction. — Libbie Hawker

Because it is my destiny, Zabdas! Because I've always known the gods made me for something more -- more than just a wife, just a mother, just a woman. They made me for power! — Libbie Hawker