Kuchh To Aisee Quotes & Sayings

I've had some dark nights of the soul, of course, but giving in to depression would be a sellout, a defeat. — Christopher Hitchens

My style is neither casual nor academic, it's somewhere in between. For me, that's the best way to be succinct and informative but still (I hope) at least a bit entertaining. — Joel McIver

{W}hy did she go into the field? A twinge of pleasure, of knowledge. Her dad would pull over to the side of a bridge, and they would watch from above, before he slipped down the bank to catch them. She was charmed by the motions of trout. How they take their forms from the pressures of another world, the cold forge of water. Their drift, their mystery, the way they turn and let the current take them, take them, with passive grace. They turn again, tumbling like leaves, then straighten with mouths pointing upstream, to better sip a mayfly, to root up nymphs, to watch for the flash of a heron's bill. The current always trues them, like compass needles. When she watches them, she feels wise. — Matthew Neill Null

God," prayed my grandmother, "purge the devil from this poor boy's body! Just look at all those sores! They make me sick, God! Look at them! It's the devil, God, dwelling in this boy's body. Purge the devil from his body, Lord!"

"God," said my grandmother, "why do you allow the devil to dwell inside this body's body? Don't you see how the devil is enjoying this? Look at these sores, 0 Lord, I am about to vomit just looking at them! They are red and big and full! — Charles Bukowski

I believe in the freedom of God's sons and daughters. — Pat Buckley

It's been almost a month since you found a body. I knew you were due.
Carl Costanza - Seven Up — Janet Evanovich

Fable is more historical than fact, because fact tells us about one man and fable tells us about a million men. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slope cold, spending a king's ransom on Freon and electric power, trying to make some doomed ten bucks' worth of pretty pink flowers last one more day. — Chuck Palahniuk