Life Zest Living Alive Quotes & Sayings

Your ears and put them over your mouth," Butcher says. "Learn to listen, see, smell, and absorb everything around you without speaking your thoughts first. If — Kate White

Yes: there was to be, as Lord Henry had prophesied, a new
Hedonism that was to recreate life and to save it from that harsh
uncomely puritanism that is having, in our own day, its curious
revival. It was to have its service of the intellect, certainly,
yet it was never to accept any theory or system that would involve
the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience. Its aim,
indeed, was to be experience itself, and not the fruits of
experience, sweet or bitter as they might be. Of the asceticism
that deadens the senses, as of the vulgar profligacy that dulls
them, it was to know nothing. But it was to teach man to
concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is itself but a
moment. — Oscar Wilde

As my friend, Herb Gardner, once said about writing, "Don't they realize they're paying us for doing something we'd be thrilled to do for nothing? — David V. Picker

I'm not really a good reader. What I mean is, I think I'm not one of those people who can read a story and analyze it just like that. — Donald Ray Pollock

I would say that the Vietnamese should remember that they didn't have exactly the same mobility the way the Americans have. They didn't have the same kind of equipment that the Americans have and that they have to fight their own war. — Bui Diem

We are truly one nation, under God, indivisible and that we must remain so in the face of any threat to ensure our country remains strong, united and free. — Michael Enzi

Nothing gives life more zest that running for your life. — Robert A. Heinlein

The man wrote his message.
Are you really a boy, like Xash says? the god asked Arin. You've been mine for twenty years. I raised you.
The Valorian signed the scrap of paper.
Cared for you.
The message was rolled, sealed, and pushed into a tiny leather tube.
Watched over you when you thought you were alone.
The captain tied the tube to a hawk's leg. The bird was too large to be a kestrel. It didn't have a kestrel's markings. It cocked its head, turning its glass-bead eyes on Arin.
No, not a boy. A man made in my image ... one who knows he can't afford to be seen as weak.
The hawk launched into the sky.
You're mine, Arin. You know what you must do.
Arin cut the Valorian's throat. — Marie Rutkoski