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Laithlin Quotes By Joe Abercrombie

There is always a way — Joe Abercrombie

Laithlin Quotes By Melody Beattie

We learn the magical lesson that making the most of what we have turns it into more. — Melody Beattie

Laithlin Quotes By Heather Watts

In 2007, when my husband Damian Woetzel took on the artistic direction at the Vail Valley International Dance Festival, we both felt it was important to offer the entire Vail community access to dance. — Heather Watts

Laithlin Quotes By John Barth

The first obligation of the writer is to be interesting. To be interesting; not to change the world. — John Barth

Laithlin Quotes By Frank Herbert

A creature who has spent his life creating one particular representation of his selfdom will die rather than become the antithesis of that representation — Frank Herbert

Laithlin Quotes By Philip Hoare

The sea defines us, connects us, separates us. Most of us experience only its edges, our available wilderness on a crowded island - it's why we call our coastal towns 'resorts', despite their air of decay. And although it seems constant, it is never the same. One day the shore will be swept clean, the next covered by weed; the shingle itself rises and falls. Perpetually renewing and destroying, the sea proposes a beginning and an ending, an alternative to our landlocked state, an existence to which we are tethered when we might rather be set free. — Philip Hoare

Laithlin Quotes By Joe Abercrombie

Grom-gil-Gorm," she said softly as she rode between Laithlin and Yarvi. "Breaker of Swords." Mother Isriun's horse shied back out of her way. "Maker of Orphans." Thorn reined in beside him, his frowning face lit red by the blazing light of her elf-bangle, and she leaned from her saddle to whisper.
"Your death comes. — Joe Abercrombie

Laithlin Quotes By Thomas Pynchon

He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast. — Thomas Pynchon