Jitrois Madison Quotes & Sayings

I believed that if I was to call myself a writer, I should live on writing. If I could not live on it, even simply, I should destroy every scrap, every trace, every notebook and live some other way. — Mavis Gallant

What the hell was it that people loved so much about the great outdoors? It was just one fatal accident after another waiting to happen. — Josh Lanyon

God, Four!" I snap. "You don't want to have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?"
"First of all, don't use that name like a weapon against me," he says, pointing at me. — Veronica Roth

The first time he snarled, I had a bit of a panic attack."
"She screamed and threw him at me."
Dez scowled at Mace. "I did not throw my son at you. I just handed him over and walked quickly from the room so I could scream into a pillow in our bedroom."
"I found her under the bed with the dogs. — Shelly Laurenston

I travel to Jakarta, I see what an important country it is. I've been working with them for a year. — Anatoli Boukreev

The Chinese government clearly sees Internet and mobile innovation as a major driver of its global economic competitiveness going forward. — Rebecca MacKinnon

The paralyzing fear of being lost is fed solely by the irrational fear that we will never be found. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink! — J.K. Rowling

It was clear: I was sick. I never used to dream. They say in the old days it was the most normal thing in the world to have dreams. Which makes sense: Their whole life was some kind of horrible merry-go-round of green, orange, Buddha, juice. But today we know that dreams point to a serious mental illness. And I know that up to now my brain has checked out chronometrically perfect, a mechanism without a speck of dust. — Yevgeny Zamyatin

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again. — Alice Munro