Magniloquent Pronunciation Quotes & Sayings

I'm a huge fan of Morris Chestnut. I grew up with Morris, and I know him personally. — Tia Mowry

A real friend, he'd say, is the one who, when you say you need for them to kill someone for you, asks only, "And where did you want me to dump the body?" I understood that it was hyperbole, but I saw him do barely less more than once, to exhaust himself in research and effort to him his people. Which is how he divided the whole world: his people and everyone else. — S. Bear Bergman

Only problem with the whole scheme, really, is that Lauren's about to blow up the planet. See, that's the part you aren't in on. The thing in the Box? It's an angel. And it's really old and really pissed off." "You're bluffing," Nicky said. "Are we?" Caitlin shrugged. "We're keeping things under wraps to avoid a panic, but a full report's been delivered to the prince and his inner council. A council which, last time I checked, includes your father. Why don't you get in touch with him? Ask him who Belephaia is." He looked from her to me and back again, resting his hand on his desk phone. His brow furrowed as he worked out the implications. — Craig Schaefer

Blurring reality and fiction: Fiction written to provoke and to entertain — Ronald S. Barak

Let us weigh up the gain and the loss involved in calling heads that God exists. Let us assess the two cases: if you win you win everything, if you lose you lose nothing. Do not hesitate then; wager that he does exist. — Blaise Pascal

Maybe a map is a good thing / On those days I feel / Like I'm riding a rhino up a mountain. — Susan Browne

It's going to be okay. Words that mean nothing. really, just sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch on to something when we're falling. — Lauren Oliver

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose. — Samuel McChord Crothers

I wrote about us while you were away in a notebook that eventually saw the end of us, but the last I wrote about that time was in ink; it was a hurried, angry scrawl reading: Time, that cold bastard, with its nearlys and untils. I think, what a shame. Time should weep for having spent me without you. — Mary-Louise Parker

If a young girl is being forced into a brothel she will not talk about her rights. In such a situation the word would sound ludicrously inadequate. — Simone Weil

The world runs on strangers coping. — David Mitchell

It was very interesting for me because DNA made music without much technical knowledge at all. — Arto Lindsay

What is hope but futility for moments stood on end. — Sydney Lee