Karatzas Auto Quotes & Sayings

Tell him I said that he will know when he's my age that books aren't written on whims or old promises. Books are written on years turned inside out by ideas that never let go until you get them in print, and even then writing's a last resort, a desperate ransom you pay to get your life back. — Richard Bach

A team should be an extension of a coach's personality. My teams are arrogant and obnoxious. — Al McGuire

You don't need a reason to leave. Wanting to leave is enough. Leaving doesn't mean you're incapable of real love or that you'll never love anyone else again. It doesn't mean you're morally bankrupt or psychologically demented or a nymphomaniac. It means you wish to change the terms of one particular relationship. That's all. Be brave enough to break your own heart. — Cheryl Strayed

It was lovely to see cynicism in one so young. It positively restored his faith in human nature. — Lauren Willig

Action in war is like movement in a resistant element. Just as the simplest and most natural of movements, walking, cannot easily be performed in water, so in war, it is difficult for normal efforts to achieve even moderate results. — Carl Von Clausewitz

Our reporters do not cover stories from their point of view. They are presenting them from nobodys point of view. — Richard S. Salant

The word 'code' turns out to be a really important word for my book, 'The Information.' The genetic code is just one example. We talk now about coders, coding. Computer guys are coders. The stuff they write is code. — James Gleick

Playing without the fundamentals is like eating without a knife and fork. You make a mess. — Dick Williams

When I was a crusade director in British Columbia, all of our meetings were at 9:03. Somebody said 'That's ridiculous. Why did you do that?' It's because you remember it. You've never been to another 9:03 meeting. — Josh McDowell

I have trouble sometimes watching actors - even when they do a great job - with an accent. — Ellen Page

At six o'clock we cleaned our cells,
At seven all was still,
But the sough and swing of a mighty wing
The prison seemed to fill,
For the Lord of Death with icy breath
Had entered in to kill. — Oscar Wilde