Kopelan Quotes & Sayings

Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? — William Butler Yeats

Dreams didn't mean anything ? But ... what if dreams were all I had ? — S.C. Stephens

What I do and what I record only work for the moment. — Leon Redbone

We need to discover the root causes of success rather than the root causes of failure. — David Cooperrider

Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff. — Alison Bechdel

I like how you are with me. You're not careful with me. You see more of me than anybody else."
I pressed my body against his, arching up on my toes and leaning toward his lips. His breath hitched, and I slipped my hands inside his jacket again and gripped his waist.
"Don't be careful with me, Tyler," I whispered, catching his bottom lip, sucking it quickly and then letting it go. "Please," I pleaded.
And he groaned, closing his eyes and diving in. — Penelope Douglas

You have to stop thinking about Billystorm in that way, right now! You have a different destiny, one that involves the future of the whole Clan. And it is a path that you must walk alone. — Erin Hunter

If I open my mouth
My word would be of love and hope
Tenderness completing me from inside out — Chimnese Davids

He thought of death, in that gap between the beginning of a step and its completion, and at the end of the step he stood on a new earth. — Ursula K. Le Guin

I can't remember when I stopped being alive. — Maggie Stiefvater

Art, she said, is more nuanced than life. If a teacher is lecturing and looking out of smudged windows, smeared with obscenities (sure enough, ours were) it doesn't mean anything, in life, except that the cleaning crews are lazy. But in a story, if a professor is lecturing and the windows are smudged, we are obliged to think that his words are similarly untrandescent, right? ...
One of the great problems with artists, she said, is that they don't keep nuance and nature distinct. Import raw nature into a story or a poem and you've only ruined a story. Import nuance into life and you'll go mad. There'll suddenly be too much significance everywhere, a message in everything. — Clark Blaise