Herkness Quotes & Sayings

Going to the extreme of inviting and welcoming people into your church in order to hear you condemn them or to know from your policy that you condemn them is not much better than bullying. — Christina Engela

Ha! Don't you know that writers are control freaks? We make our characters dance to our own weird tunes. That's half the fun."

She angled his head ever so slowly to the right. "What's the other half?" Just as the position became uncomfortable, she reversed the motion.

"Rewriting," he said. "You know how you think of a brilliant response to an insult six hours later when it's utterly useless? A writer has a time machine. I can go back to the moment the insult was hurled and parry it with my slow but rapier-sharp wit."

"Relax. I've got you," she said, rotating his head gently to the right. "I guess us nonwriters think you just sit down at your computer and the book comes out the way we read it."

"We foster that myth. It makes us seem more like creative geniuses and less like mere craftsmen. — Nancy Herkness

Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning." - Thornton Wilder, The Bridge of San Luis Rey — Nancy Herkness

What he really wanted was to have her lying beside him naked while he fed it all to her with his fingers. A man could use his imagination. — Nancy Herkness

Survival is a four letter word. — Alexis De Veaux

It's better to die laughing than to live each moment in fear. — Michael Crichton

I didn't fear Derek Novak. I feared what loving him could mean for me. — Bella Forrest

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low. — Alice Meynell

I wanted to make a movie about a black family in Middle America. I wanted to make a film where everyone can look at them and say, 'This is my family.' — George Tillman Jr.

to? A vision of Nathan feeding her chunks of lobster from his fingers while they were lying in bed naked danced through her mind. — Nancy Herkness

Freedom flourishes in temperate zones; it does not survive the burning faith of prophets and crowds. — Raymond Aron

But I still have to practice hard if I'm going to play my best tennis. — Anastasia Myskina

You're a glass-half-empty kind of guy, sir, aren't you?"
"I don't even acknowledge the existence of the glass, son. — Adrian McKinty

I'm trying real hard not to be a man about this, but I can't help it. I'm real fucking excited about these, he admitted before looking up at me through his eyelashes as he pulled a nipple into his mouth.
Glines, Abbi (2014-01-20). Never Too Far: A Rosemary Beach Novel (The Rosemary Beach Series Book 2) (p. 245). Atria Books. Kindle Edition. — Abbi Glines

vellum, and blotted it. "Why not just shred it since you've won?" Chloe asked, a little miffed that the bet would linger on. "We want to destroy them - or reveal them - all at the same time." He took Chloe's hands in his and faced her. "We were gambling with the most important of our possessions: our hearts. — Nancy Herkness

We are not past racism. It took us 500 and however many years to get us where we are; it's not gonna change in one day or in one election. We made a step maybe, which they'll try and take away from us as soon as they can. But I mean what the fuck is the Tea Party about? It's not about "tea"; it ain't about "trans", either. — Bo Brown

Midlife is when you have to accept what you've created, knowing that the life you have is is the only one you'll live. And that can be terrifying, until you accept it, and then you are free of terror. — Dean Bakopoulos

Luck is the residue of design." "We're — Nancy Herkness

Appreciation in advance brings everything you want to you. — Esther Hicks

Nathan nodded. "Luck is the residue of design. — Nancy Herkness

though her insides would burst — Nancy Herkness

She slanted him a warning glance, but the corners of her mouth twitched. — Nancy Herkness

into the quiet dark — Nancy Herkness

There is no more terrible woe upon earth than the woe of the stricken brain, which remembers the days of its strength, the living light of its reason, the sunrise of its proud intelligence, and knows that these have passed away like a tale that is told ... — Ouida