Kovesi Revocata Quotes & Sayings

As the final decade of the millennium dawned, there would be no greater expression of the cultural, economic, and social revolutions to come than fashion. What rock 'n' roll was to the '50s, drugs to the '60s, film to the '70s, and modern art to the '80s, fashion was to the '90s: the fuse, then the filter. — Maureen Callahan

O, heavenly Father: we thank thee for food and remember the hungry.
We thank thee for health and remember the sick.
We thank thee for friends and remember the friendless.
We thank thee for freedom and remember the enslaved.
May these remembrances stir us to service,
That thy gifts to us may be used for others.
Amen. — Abigail Van Buren

Ever to confess you're bored
means you have no
Inner Resources. — John Berryman

But if our philosophy tells us that each man is only a small part of the world, that his intelligence catches at best only phases and aspects in a coarse net of ideas, then, when we use our stereotypes, we tend to know that they are only stereotypes, to hold them lightly, to modify them gladly. We — Walter Lippmann

There are books full of great writing that don't have very good stories. Read sometimes for the story ... don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words
the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers who won't do that. But when you find a book that has both a good story and good words, treasure that book. — Stephen King

Pride is the oldest and most common of sins. Humility is the rarest and most beautiful of graces. — J.C. Ryle

Artistic accounts involve severe abbreviations of what reality will force upon us. — Alain De Botton

Do not dictate to your author try to become him. Be his fellow-worker and accomplice. — Virginia Woolf

I will take you from him, Scotlyn," he said with quiet confidence.
"I think about you every fucking minute of the day, and I will not let you slip out of my life. I will take you from him. — Tess Oliver

The apparition of an evil, sick unconscious wild city rose before me in visible semblance, and about the dead buildings in the barren air, the bodies of the soul that built the wonderland shuffled and stalked and stalked and lurched in attitudes of immemorial nightmare all around. — Allen Ginsberg