Kavner Simpsons Quotes & Sayings

When I left class that day, I did not tell them what I myself was just beginning to discover: how similar our own fate was becoming to Gatsby's. He wanted to fulfill his dream by repeating the past, and in the end he discovered that the past was dead, the present a sham, and there was no future. Was this not similar to our revolution, which had come in the name of our collective past and had wrecked our lives in the name of dream? — Azar Nafisi

If we want to know the Glory of God, if we want to experience the beauty of God, and if we want to be used by the hand of God, then we must LIVE in the WORD of God. — David Platt

If the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out, remember this, Bronn - I'll match their price, whatever it is. I like living. — George R R Martin

I was a radioman when I first went into the Navy, so I learned to type by taking Morse code. So I was using the typewriter from day one. My handwriting wasn't any good anyway. — Robert Stone

This is not necessarily the answer people want, but ultimately, I think writing is an amoral process. Your ultimate responsibility is to the truth of the story you're trying to tell. — Lynn Coady

Now the Great Fear's rolled round the world and washes over Newspaper Grey air — Allen Ginsberg

Salad? Who wanted salad when I had beefy enchiladas smothered in cheese? Come on, now. The look on my face must've given away what I was thinking, because the salad bowl magically ended up closer to where I sat. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

I think I could get addicted to this," she said, lying naked underneath him.
He dropped his head to her breast. "You are the only peace I've known in decades."
Abbey laughed. "I'm sure you say that to all the girls."
"No." He rose over her to meet her gaze directly. "Only you. — Victoria Davies

People don't like the word 'feminism' - that's what needs to change, because we're not going to find another word. — Bridget Christie

There was a tattoo, in block letters, low on his pelvis. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her hands reaching behind to grab his ass and pull him closer, so she could read it. "You have got to be shitting me, THE END ZONE, really?" — Sarah Curtis