Kauta Campgrounds Quotes & Sayings

These stories at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationary store, when almost everybody wore a hat. Here is the last of that generation of chain smokers who woke to the world in the morning with their coughing, who used to get stoned at cocktail parties and perform obsolete dance steps like 'the Cleveland Chicken,' sail for Europe on ships, who were nostalgic for love and happiness, and whose gods were as ancient as yours and mine, whoever you are. — John Cheever

The details of what we call our lives go sometimes to form patterns of meaning not unlike those to be found in our preferred sort of fiction. — Gerald Murnane

I was simultaneously elated and depressed, a common enough state of mind these days when people are offered a great deal of money to do something repugnant. — James Hamilton-Paterson

The creative part of your brain needs to be stimulated. Sometimes you get blocked in the thing you do, because there's so much pressure to do it. — Bat For Lashes

We don't need to have the answers. We'll never have them. They'll come and go and change. And all we can do is figure out the best way to behave when life comes at us. Even if society says it isn't right. Right is so subjective, after all. — Na

I declare a holy war, my Moslem brothers! Murder the Jews! Murder them all. — Haj Amin Al-Husseini

My eyes are hellfire," he whispered, "and yours are starlight. — Stephanie Hanson

Money is important only when you don't have it, recession bites only the poor, and only the rich nations worry about the economy.'

My No.7th book is coming..... — Tim I. Gurung

It was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Don't underestimate the power of a sincere and honest heart — Ronit Galapo

Meg reached out to Erik before he could turn away. "Are you...?" He didn't let her finish. Instead he reached inside the carriage and placed his hand tenderly behind her neck drawing her to his face. He placed hi lips softly, yet passionately on her. Hardly had he withdrawn from hers then he whispered, "Forgive me, Meg. Forgive me for wanting...?" "Ssshhh. You're here. I'm here." She raised her handkerchief and wiped the lone tear that had escaped his mask. — Sadie Montgomery