Mairaj Uddin Quotes & Sayings

When people ask me about my dialogue, I say, 'Don't you hear people talking?' That's all I do. I hear a certain type of individual, I decide this is what he should be, whatever it is, and then I hear him. Well, I don't hear anybody that I can't make talk. — Elmore Leonard

So there I was being strangled by a ranting, half-naked madman in the middle of the woods, with a she-werewolf dangling from a rope snare somewhere nearby. — Jim Butcher

Art is like a shipwreck; it's every man for himself. — Marcel Duchamp

My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire.
My mullet said to the literary world, Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales. — Sherman Alexie

Kellogg's Pop-Tarts frequently uses cartoons as part of its visual content mix to tell a fun and irreverent story around people's cravings for Pop-Tarts. — Ekaterina Walter

Every graveyard gives this very simple message: The nonexistence shore exists! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

We've recognized that Twitter is the second screen for TV, and TV is more fun with Twitter. There are a bunch of ways that we can be complementary to broadcasters. — Dick Costolo

The fear of getting close to someone in case they leave me — Giovanna Fletcher

The calling of the humanities is to make us truly human in the best sense of the word. — J. Irwin Miller

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself! — Rosita Forbes

We have not yet realized that the Indian and his culture were fundamental to the growth of Canadian institutions. — Harold Innis

Transformation can come in the mysterious guise of shape-shifting, or through a simple change of mind — C.R. Strahan

exiled spirits, red
as the spotless toe of a seraph spread
with scarlet by the shame of rumpled dawns — Stephane Mallarme

My son did not show signs of a money deficiency until he opened his small fist in the nursery and found it was empty. — Erma Bombeck