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Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Walter Mosley

You know, one of the interesting things you find about writing fiction is that any fiction you write has to be political. Otherwise, it goes into the realm of fantasy. So like, if you write about a woman in America in 1910, if you don't write that she can't really control her property, that she can't - doesn't have any say over her children, that she can't vote - if you don't put that in it, then it's a fantasy. Like, well, how is her life informed? That's true about everybody. If you write about black people, you write about white men, I mean, it has to be political. A lot of people don't realize that, it seems. — Walter Mosley

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Joanne Greenberg

If I want to die, what am I saving myself for? — Joanne Greenberg

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Georges Clemenceau

What is said behind my back is said to my ass. — Georges Clemenceau

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Toni Sorenson

You can't have a great life unless you move two things: your body AND your mind. Keep them both exercised by taking them places they've never before been. — Toni Sorenson

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Isabel Allende

His lifetime was less than a fraction of a second in infinity. Or maybe he did not even exist; maybe human beings, the planets, everything in Creation were a dream ... an illusion. He smiled with humility when he remembered ... — Isabel Allende

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Jon Stevens

Our love can't be measured. It just is. — Jon Stevens

Kolomazn Kov Uhr Neves Quotes By Robin Oliveira

And even if something had once been committed to paper, did it mean that it was still true? Always true? Unlike the relative permanence of paint, words were temporal. You uttered them and they evanesced, but if you wrote them, they remained, though whether the written word was any more truthful than the spoken was a mystery to her. Only paint was honest. — Robin Oliveira