Loncaric Skusek Quotes & Sayings

his get up and go had gone up and went — Robin Parrish

I am interested in the blueness of the cheese. — Graham Greene

Creation is a drug I can't do without. — Cecil B. DeMille

Did anyone ever really know anyone else? Really, truly know them, so much so that you never even had to doubt their thoughts or intentions? — Val Brelinski

What's celebrate?" Eddie asked.
"That's when you can't get no dame," said Mack.
"I thought it was a kind of a party," said Jones.
A silence fell on the room. — John Steinbeck

Since I invoke Torah so often, let me state that I don't personally believe in the God it postulates ... I am not religious, nor were the majority of the early builders of Israel believers. Yet their passion for this land stemmed from the Book of Books ... [The Bible is] the single most important book in my life. — David Ben-Gurion

It's a blank slate here, filled with possibility. — Suzanne Young

I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions. — Dorothy Day

Tapping a little bell, I leaned on the desk and turned to look at a small, traditionally decorated Christmas tree on a table near the entranceway. It was complete with shiny, egg-fragile bulbs; miniature candy canes; flat, laughing Santas with arms wide; a star on top nodding awkwardly against the delicate shoulder of an upper branch; and colored lights that bloomed out of flower-shaped sockets. For some reason this seemed to me a sorry little piece. — Thomas Ligotti

There were a lot of beautiful, thin people out there driving nice cars. It was a whole different experience being in L.A. — Bonnie Jo Campbell

No, the last thing she cared about was whether people were staring at the boy and girl kissing by the river, as London, it's cities and towers and churches and bridges and streets, circled all about them like the memory of a dream. And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as brightly as a shilling on this same boy and girl, or if the stones of Blackfriars knew the tread of their feet and thought to themselves: At last, the wheel comes to a full circle, they kept their silence. — Cassandra Clare