Korshak Chicago Quotes & Sayings

We are spectacular splendid manifestations of life. We have language. We have affection. And finally, and perhaps best of all, we have music. — Lewis Thomas

I'm like kale; you know that leafy green stuff? I'm an acquired taste. You either hate me or love me. Either way, I really don't give a shit. -Emma (Fight With Me) — Nicole Callesto

The courage to try again is daring spirit. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The Tempus, a young woman, fair with light brown hair, bowed her head to him. So she knew to acknowledge a dragon lord, though that wasn't the role he played in his life these days. A respectful spy. How quaint. — Erin Kellison

Self-confidence is not the same thing as ego. This is not to say that the two don't (frequently) dance hand in hand down the street, pushing over old ladies in crosswalks and kicking baby kittens. But they are definitely not the same entity. Ego is thinking you have all the answers. Self-confidence is knowing you don't have the answers, but being pretty sure that you will be able to find them. — Maggie Stiefvater

It is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work. — Mary Roberts Rinehart

Your problem is in thinking the sky's the limit. Why set limits? — Richelle E. Goodrich

My position is that it isn't government's job to mandate patriotism. To me, mandating a pledge of allegiance to a government is something Saddam Hussein would do. — Jesse Ventura

At the cry of a new born salt is being sprinkle at the wound of a barren woman — Peter Adejimi

When you do your best, there is no impossibility. — Nonito Donaire

A gunshot rang out, blasting a hole in the door. A crossbow quarrel zinged through the hole and stuck quivering into the opposite wall. Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door.
"That was awesome," Seth told Kendra.
"You're psychotic," Kendra replied. — Brandon Mull

I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if happiness spread through your body with the cold, but then disappeared and brought depression, all in less then two seconds. It was unbelievable, and yet, addicting. — Shannon A. Thompson