Home Inspector Insurance Quotes & Sayings

I've always liked texts that you immediately understand. I suppose the playwrights who really speak to me are Edward Bond, Joe Orton and Harold Pinter. I've been in six different Pinter productions - I love the clarity of his language. He has this way of using words - there's a thrill to them. — Kenneth Cranham

If anyone besides famous people knew what it was like to be a famous person, they would never want to be famous. — Sia Furler

The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all. — Mark Twain

made Weary sick to be ditched. When Weary was ditched, he would find somebody who was even more unpopular than himself, and he would horse around with that person for a while, pretending to be friendly. And then he would find some pretext for beating the shit out of him. It — Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

Be on the alert to recognize your prime at whatever time of your life it may occur. — Muriel Spark

A shimmering of heat
Outside the grave
Alone I dwell. — Ryunosuke Akutagawa

I think size is the most unused quotient in the sculptor's repertoire because it requires lots of commitment and time. To me it's the best tool. With size you get space and atmosphere: atmosphere becomes volume. You stand in the shape, in the zone. — Michael Heizer

The world just feels different for those of us who come alive after dark. It's more fragile and unreal, a replica of the one everyone else inhabits. — Jodi Picoult

The man ignorant of mathematics will be increasingly limited in his grasp of the main forces of civilization. — John G. Kemeny

It's hard to find good stories now. — Seth Dickinson

Feeding a baby is like filling a hole with putty - you get it in and then you sort of shave off all the excess around the hole and get it back in, like you're spackling. — Anne Lamott

Somewhere in the notes Estraven wrote during our trek across the Gobrin Ice he wonders why his companion is ashamed to cry. I could have told him even then that it was not shame so much as fear. Now I went on through the Sinoth Valley, through the evening of his death, into the cold country that lies beyond fear. There I found you can weep all you like, but there's no good in it. — Ursula K. Le Guin