Macbeth Becoming Thane Of Cawdor Quotes & Sayings

Jeb'd said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue. — Shannon Celebi

But if you'd only ever lived in small wooden house in the middle of wilderness, it sounded much better. Especially because it provided intense community, and these people lived in incredible isolation. — Christine Jennings

Perfect heroines, like perfect heroes, aren't relatable, and if you can't put yourself in the protagonist's shoes, not only will they not inspire you, but the book will be pretty boring. — Cassandra Clare

The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head. — Helen Rowland

There has to be new words
to explain new worlds. — Toba Beta

But just now, he'd gotten on his knees and proposed marriage, like in a television commercial for a diamond ring. Except of course they had the roll of duct tape instead, which, when you came to think about it, was a far more practical item. Such a bad mistake it would be, to embark on marriage and adult life without a nice supply of duct tape. — Nancy Werlin

If, while I'm painting, I distort or destroy a motif, it is not a planned or conscious act, but rather it has a different justification: I see the motif, the way I painted it, is somehow ugly or unbearable. Then I try to follow my feelings and make it attractive. And that means a process of painting, changing or destroying - for however long it takes - until I think it has improved. And I don't demand an explanation from myself as to why this is so. — Gerhard Richter

I have this weird, bad feeling," said another boy. "In my feeling parts. Like something bad is going to happen. — M T Anderson

I think a lot of times our culture has an attitude toward art and the production of art that separates artists from the rest of us, like making art or music or painting or whatever is some magical thing that you have to be inspired to do, and special people do it. — Ann Leckie

Money chases good ideas — Jonah Lehrer

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms. — Mary E. Pearson