Interrogatories In Aid Quotes & Sayings

A web of chain mail, linked rings each flattened where the ends met and clinched with a tiny rivet, rattled about his knees. Mark felt the fine powdering of rust that fell from the rings. It was green. The rings had turned to greenness in their decay, as herbs did in health. Where the greenness had fallen away, the knees beating it out slowly like fine green snow, the metal was hot and bright and yellow. It began to chime when the green decay was gone; gongs struck by imperious lords in their tens of thousands, calling their servitors to battle with demanding yellow sound. A — Gene Wolfe

One thing I know people will say to me is 'Are you suggesting we go back to being hunter-gatherers?'" "That of course is an inane idea," Ishmael said. "The Leaver life-style isn't about hunting and gathering, it's about letting the rest of the community live - and agriculturalists can do that as well as hunter-gatherers. — Daniel Quinn

For children, most importantly, being in the garden is something magical. — Fritjof Capra

There was a sudden sunburst in my head. And then black night. That blackness was sublime. I felt distributed through space and time: One foot upon a mountaintop, one hand 150 Under the pebbles of a panting strand, One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain, In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain. There were dull throbs in my Triassic; green Optical spots in Upper Pleistocene, An icy shiver down my Age of Stone, And all tomorrows in my funnybone. During — Vladimir Nabokov

People often assume I assume I am a thrill seeker, but I am not. I do not enjoy roller coasters, and you won't find me bungee-jumping ... It is a disadvantage that my pursuits are inherently dangerous. A large part of my effort is to reduce risk. — Steve Fossett

Behind the building was a field and when the potpourri scent of her cleaner made me sneeze, I went outside. There were calves there, these sweet things that watched me with less interest than I watched them. There was this raggedy one, sitting in the middle of the field, its mother nearby. I didn't realize it was sick until it tried to get up and it couldn't. It kept trying and it couldn't and then, eventually - it didn't. After a while, a truck drove in. A man and a boy got out, looked it over while its mother stood close. It was dead, the calf. Dead and too heavy to load into the truck bed, so they tied a rope around its neck, tied the other end to the truck and dragged it off the field like that. Its mother watched until it disappeared and when it was out of view, she called for it. Just kept calling for it so long after it was gone. Sometimes I feel something like that, between my mom and me. That I'm the daughter she keeps calling for so long after she's been gone. — Courtney Summers

Death is a debt to Nature due
Which we have paid and so must you. — Tombstone Epitaph In Tatamagouche Nova Scotia

Big comedy is good, I like things that are big, but good comedy has to be truthful I think and has to reflect some sort of reality. — Steve Coogan

Worry acts like a squatter, sneaks in and tries to stay without paying rent! EL. — Evlinda Lepins

Foe every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.For every love there is a heart somewhere to recieve it. — Ivan Panin

Madame de Merteuil, though indeed a woman highly regarded, has perhaps only one fault: she overestimates her ability; she's a skilful driver who enjoys guiding her chariot between rocks and precipices and whose sole justification is that she remains unscathed. We can certainly praise but it would be unwise to follow her; she agrees with that view and condemns herself for it. — Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos De Laclos

Christ is a persuasion, a form evoking desire, and the whole force of the gospel depends upon the assumption that this persuasion is also peace: that the desire awakened by the shape of Christ and his church is one truly reborn as agape, rather than merely the way in which a lesser force succumbs to a greater, as an episode in the endless epic of power. (3) — David Bentley Hart

I've been in New York only a few days and I have learned only two words of your language: one is Swell, and the other is Lousy ... 'It's swell to be with you and excuse, please, my lousy English! — Vicki Baum

So often we measure
by what is false.
We should measure
by what is barely legible
barely in our dailiness.
It is the invisible that doesn't lie
the invisible through which
we see ourselves finally
on a back street in the world. — Peter Gizzi