Kranepool Quotes & Sayings

I am a father with young kids, and you want to know the jobs in the future are going to be there. — Gordon Brown

Live your life with love and passion and learn your lessons well. — Miranda Sue Hartmann

Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection — Jack Butler Yeats

They knew that Jamaica produced sugar, rum and bananas, that Nigeria produced cocoa, and that British Guiana had large natural resources; but these names, though as familiar as the products with which they were associated, were of places far away, and no one seemed really interested in knowing anything about the peoples who lived there or their struggles towards political and economic betterment. — E.R. Braithwaite

This struck me as something of a double bind. Speak and your possession of an opinion was plain, clear to anyone. Refrain from speaking and still this was proof of an opinion. If Captain Rubran were to say, Truly, I have no opinion on the matter, would that merely be another proof she had one? — Ann Leckie

Socialists believe otherwise - a man is not competent enough to make decision should he use seatbelt, should he buy insurance, and the same man is competent enough to elect president and government. — Janusz Korwin-Mikke

The hardest part of ghost writing other people's stories is capturing their voices so that it isn't you talking, it's them. — Michael Robotham

You are brave, kicking a chained prisoner. They must sing heroic ballads about you on winter nights! (Alanna) — Tamora Pierce

You know what the opposite of 'rise and shine' is Bridge? 'Good night, and good luck. — Anna Quindlen

There aren't any old times. When times are gone they're not old, they're dead! There aren't any times but new times! — Booth Tarkington

How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them. — Benjamin Franklin

She had been an untamed mestiza of the so-called shopkeeper aristocracy: seductive, rapacious, brazen, with a hunger in her womb that could have satisfied an entire barracks. In a few short years, however, she had been erased from the world by her abuse of fermented honey and cacao tablets. Her Gypsy eyes were extinguished and her wits dulled, she shat blood and vomited bile, her sirens body became as bloated and coppery as a three-day-old corpse, and she broke wind in pestilential explosions that startled the mastiffs. She almost never left her bedroom, and when she did she was nude or wearing a silk tunic with nothing underneath, which made her seem more naked than if she wore nothing at all. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez