Leashes By Design Quotes & Sayings

It is not the job of artists to give the audience what the audience want. If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn't be the audience. They would be the artist. It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need — Alan Moore

There is one hell of a difference between fighting in the ring and going to war in Vietnam. — Muhammad Ali

I have no vision of any future, maitrakh. Not yours; not even mine. I was just thinking about children. Trying to imagine what it's like to try to raise them. Wondering how much of their character a family can mold, and how much is innate in the children themselves." She hesitated. "Wondering if the evil in a family's history can be erased, or whether it always passes itself on to each new generation. — Timothy Zahn

I have a very vivid imagination. — Janice Dickinson

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope. — Karen Marie Moning

As rare as true love actually is, true friendship is still harder to find. — Jason Lloyd

You need to decide what works for you. But ultimately, hold out for adoration and respect — Catherine Sanderson

Zaid's finest moment, however, comes in his second paragraph, when he says that "the truly cultured are capable of owning thousands of unread books without losing their composure or their desire for more."
That's me! And you, probably! That's us! — Nick Hornby

People under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins. — Franz Kafka

Alma came to admire sailors. She could not imagine how they endured such long periods of time away from the comforts of land. How did they not go mad? The ocean both stunned and disturbed her. Nothing had ever put more of an impression upon her being. It seemed to her the very distillation of matter, the very masterpiece of mysteries. One night they sailed through a diamond field of liquid phosphorescence. The ship churned up strange molecules of green and purple light as it moved, until it appeared that the Elliot was dragging a long glowing veil behind herself, wide across the sea. It was so beautiful that Alma wondered how the men did not throw themselves into the water, drawn down to their deaths by this intoxicating magic. — Elizabeth Gilbert

I stayed there only a week before I ran away. That was the first of many times I would run from a foster home. It was, after all, a foster home, and I did not belong there. It turned out that I did not belong anywhere. — Waln K. Brown