Letteratura Quotes & Sayings

Men do not die on mornings like this:
whatever happens then happens in their name,
like the lives of obscure saints, who exist only in folk memory. — Michael Hogan

Are there grounds now and then for an unironic smile? — Robert Adams

Sometimes I drink coffee at 03:57am, only I call it beer, and it's really purple wine, disguised as clear distilled water, taken from my invisible car's radiator. She used to like radiator water too, so this also serves as a self-reminder to never share a glass with someone who has had hepatitis. Glasses are the main source of broken relationships. I mean glass hearts, as they only bend and change their shape under extremely high temperatures, which, unfortunately, are technically impossible to achieve in some places, like Soviet Russia, where nothing ever happens, because it doesn't really exist anymore. — Will Advise

Words represent images: nothing can be said for which there is no image. — Frederick Sommer

If we had helped a hundred children it would have all been worthwhile. — Milton S. Hershey

His youth had been so long ago that he could remember nothing of it but he presumed, erroneously, that he had tasted the purple fruit, had broken hearts and hymens, had tosses flowers to ladies on balconies, had drunk champagne out of their shoes and generally been irresistible. — Mervyn Peake

As you practice things, you get better. I mean I've worked very hard on changing my life and taking what is good about it and trying to jettison the things I think were not good about it. I think the key word is "discipline," focus. I'm always working at it, but I'm not always successful. — Lou Reed

Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned. — Anais Nin

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone. — Terry Pratchett

Guest blogging is probably the sort of thing that you should be thinking about doing in moderation. — Matt Cutts

I am getting old, Russell. Gone are the days when I could scramble about on the moors all day and curl up happily at night with a thin blanket and a stone for a pillow. Three nights on floorboards and one night without sleep following three days at strenuous labour make me aware that I am no longer a callow youth. — Laurie R. King