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Kathyann Quotes By Michel Houellebecq

To the end, I will remain a child of Europe, of worry and of shame. I have no message of hope to deliver. For the West, I do not feel hatred. At most I feel a great contempt. I know only that every single one of us reeks of selfishness, masochism and death. We have created a system in which it has simply become impossible to live, and what's more, we continue to export it. — Michel Houellebecq

Kathyann Quotes By Carolyn Mahaney

We are not beautiful because we fit the popular ideal of beauty, and we are not ugly or unattractive because we don't measure up. Our beauty as human beings is not derived from ourselves. It comes from a beautiful God. — Carolyn Mahaney

Kathyann Quotes By Elizabeth George

Having a facility for language is an important part of being an author. — Elizabeth George

Kathyann Quotes By Robert Owen

All the world is queer save thee and me, and even thou art a little queer. — Robert Owen

Kathyann Quotes By Franz Kafka

Nobody reaches through here, least of all with a message from one who is dead. You, however, sit at your window and dream of the message when evening comes. — Franz Kafka

Kathyann Quotes By Rick Riordan

Hey, you're lucky. My cabin is closest to the stables. I can hear her yelling all night: FIRST PLACE OR DEATH! AN A MINUS IS A FAILING GRADE! Leo really needs to design a gag that's better than my old sock. — Rick Riordan

Kathyann Quotes By Patrick Modiano

I had taken out of my pocket the photographs of us all which I had wanted to show Freddie, and among them the photo of Gay Orlov as a little girl. I had not noticed until then that she was crying. One could tell by the wrinkling of her brows. For a moment, my thoughts transported me far from this lagoon, to the other end of the world, to a seaside resort in Southern Russia where the photo had been taken, long ago. A little girl is returning from the beach, at dusk, with her mother. She is crying for no reason at all, because she would have liked to continue playing. She moves off into the distance. She has already turned the corner of the street, and do not our lives dissolve into the evening as quickly as this grief of childhood? — Patrick Modiano