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Lance Briggs Quotes By Jack Kerouac

There are immeasurable star misty aeons of universes more numerous than the sands in all the galaxies, multiplied by a billion lightyears of multiplication, in fact if I were to go on you'd be scared and couldn't comprehend and you'd despair so much you'd drop dead,' that's what he just about said in one of those sutras
Jack Kerouac

Lance Briggs Quotes By William C. Bryant

And at my silent window-sill The jessamine peeps in. — William C. Bryant

Lance Briggs Quotes By Jonathan Safran Foer

Being with him made my brain quiet. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Lance Briggs Quotes By Marcel Proust

And so too, in later years, when I began to write a book of my own, and the quality of some sentences seemed so inadequate that I could not make up my mind to go on with the undertaking. I would find the equivalent in Bergotte. But it was only then, when I read them in his pages, that I could enjoy them; when it was I myself who composed them, in my anxiety that they should exactly reproduce what I had perceived in my mind's eye, and in my fear of their not turning out "true to life," how could I find time to ask myself whether what I was writing was pleasing! — Marcel Proust

Lance Briggs Quotes By Rex Reed

A wise, joyous bookit unfolds the knowledge and the beauty of the two lives it embraces-old wisdom and young discover, intertwining like vines. — Rex Reed

Lance Briggs Quotes By Steven Weinberg

after all, our purpose in theoretical physics is not just to describe the world as we find it, but to explain - in terms of a few fundamental principles - why the world is the way it is. — Steven Weinberg

Lance Briggs Quotes By Frances Hardinge

She could no longer understand the Faith from the night of the ratting, who had believed that the world was only teeth and hunger, nothing but killing and dead bones in the dust. Hunger cannot explain why I love the blue of this sky, she thought. — Frances Hardinge