Mammy Croton Florida Quotes & Sayings

Open the book and read it to renew your mind. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Whether you're conducting phone interviews or simply need to hear yourself think, privacy is an extremely important variable in the writing life. — Sage Cohen

The one thing I would like more credit for is being part of a movement which involves recognising the importance of plot and asserting that books of literary worth could be written that had plots. — Scott Turow

She was suddenly very grateful that he only "liked" her, for if the duke had any deep feelings for her, she knew instinctively that he would never let anything dissuade him from pursuing his desires. A strange sensation of warmth curled through her lower belly at the thought. "Good — Brooklyn Ann

A man is not dependent upon his fellow creature, when he does not fear death. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Be quiet, or my wife will take away your first born and make him or her work in one of her sweatshops! — Marc Anthony

People, especially the young, wanted to hear about God and not man. — Billy Graham

I would feel no hesitation in saying that it is the responsibility of a decent human being to give assistance to a child who is being attacked by a rabid dog, but I would not intend this to imply that in all imaginable circumstances one must, necessarily, act in accordance with this general responsibility. — Noam Chomsky

The words that come out of your imagination are your own - just be sure they are. — Rusty Blackwood

Whether men lie, or say true, it is with one and the same object. — Darius I

Religions have been universal in the sense that all the people we know anything about have had a religion. But the differences among them are so great and so shocking that any common element that can be extracted is meaningless ... The older apologists for Christianity seem to have been better advised than some modern ones in condemning every religion but one as an impostor, as at bottom some kind of demon worship or at any rate a superstitious figment. — John Dewey

Heat skittered through her belly, then directly south. "Sawyer."
In answer, he brought his head up and kissed her. Deep, hungry, tasting her in a purposely slow, thorough manner before pulling back to once again look into her eyes.
Oh, God. "Sawyer, what are we doing?" she whispered.
He shook his head. "No f#cking clue. — Jill Shalvis