Lancasters Barbeque Quotes & Sayings

The beautiful, which is perhaps inseparable from art, is not after all tied to the subject, but to the pictorial representation. In this way and in no other does art overcome the ugly without avoiding it. — Paul Klee

When a language creates - as it does - a community within the present, it does so only by courtesy of a community between the present and the past. — Christopher Ricks

We wanted to create a book that would bring children back to the roots of playing and having fun without technology. These
projects are designed to get children away from the screen and encourage them to explore their creativity, follow instructions, and cultivate important skills," explains author and CraftBoxGirls
founder, Lynn Lilly. — Lynn Lilly

We never know what we are talking about. — Karl Popper

If you travel in countries like Morocco, and I say that because I have just come from Morocco, if people are shouting at each other in an argument, violence is not going to follow. That would be just so far removed. — John Gimlette

Watching Jamila sometimes made me think the world was divided into three sorts of people: those who knew what they wanted to do; those (the unhappiest) who never knew what their purpose in life was; and those who found out later on. I was in the last category, I reckoned, which didn't stop me wishing I'd been born into the first. — Hanif Kureishi

I think like my dad, but I have a huge kinship with my mom. — Marissa Mayer

But for Soraya, words on a page were seductive, free, inviting everyone, without distinction. She could not help it when she found words written down, taking them in, following them as if they were moving and she was in a trance, tagging along. A book was something to hide, the thick enchantment of it, the shame, almost. When everyone was asleep, she would creep indoors, into stifling, badly lit rooms, with cockroaches clicking, to open a book at a page she had marked and step into its pulsating pool of words. — Leila Aboulela

His words came back to her then, in her time of need, as if he were standing close to her, his manly frame mere inches from her feminine curves, the very scent of his honest laboring body surrounding her like the headiest perfume, and she heard his words as if he were, that moment, whispering them in her ear. — Neil Gaiman