Keisuke Shigeta Quotes & Sayings

You got to have smelt a lot of mule manure before you can sing like a hillbilly. — Hank Williams

An actor remembers his first piece of published praise. It is written on his heart. — Conrad Veidt

I will tell you where there is power: where the dew lies upon the hills, and the rain has moistened the roots of the various plant; where the sunshine pours steadily; where the brook runs babbling along, there is a beneficent power. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin

If something happens that is highly unusual,
and no explanation is readily available,
isn't "I don't know" the only appropriate response?
How can we justify leaping to the extraordinary
conclusion that an unexplained event
is the work of a god?
Unknown means unknown. — Guy P. Harrison

One book led to another; reading during my free time became a new fondness. Nonetheless, there was never much consideration of being a scholar when beginning to do so. The titles I was turning to seemed to speak directly to me, and soon the reviews became one of my favorite things to do. — Jessica Connor

We must meet children as equals in that area of our nature where we are their equals ... The child as reader is neither to be patronized nor idolized: we talk to him as man to man. — C.S. Lewis

Women should feel more liberated to say you know what? I can't bake the cookies for the school bake sale because I just don't have the time. Or I'm really sorry, but I can't do this at work because I've got too much else going on this week. We have to be more up front in saying no, for lack of a better word, and then modeling that for others. — Debora Spar

Do you define yourself as a victim of the world? Or, as the world? — Alan Watts

God's standard of judgment goes down to the intents of the heart. — Ray Comfort

There were stalls nestled around the castle the way the lights were, not in rows but in odd spots, as if the stalls had grown there or alighted on random places like birds. There was one stall with ringing chimes that was set halfway up a ruined wall, so the customers had to climb sliding pieces of slate to get to it. There were more stalls set in the grassy hollows among the stones and nestled into the corners of the walls. One woman had actually turned a ruined wall into her stall, brightly colored jars arranged on the jagged, protruding shards of stone.
All through the fragments of a lost castle lit by magic moved the people of the Goblin Market. There was a man hanging up knives alongside wind chimes, which made dangerous and beautiful music as they rang together in the sea breeze. There was a boy who looked about twelve stirring something in a cauldron with a rich-smelling cloud handing over it, and bark cups ranged along his stall. — Sarah Rees Brennan

There was something about being in the vicinity of Grahame Coats that always made Fat Charlie (a) speak in cliches and (b) begin to daydream about huge black helicopters first opening fire upon, then dropping buckets of flaming napalm onto the offices of the Grahame Coats agency. Fat Charlie would not be in the office in those daydreams. He would be sitting in a chair outside a little cafe on the other side of Aldwych, sipping a frothy coffee and occasionally cheering at an exceptionally well-flung bucket of napalm. — Neil Gaiman

Good sense appears the most underhand of tactics to a man who has no reserves of his own to draw upon. — Sophie Hannah