Maroof Quotes & Sayings

A short story is confined to one mood, to which everything in the story pertains. Characters, setting, time, events, are all subject to the mood. And you can try more ephemeral, more fleeting things in a story - you can work more by suggestion - than in a novel. Less is resolved, more is suggested, perhaps. — Eudora Welty

In Sales, you have to satisfy two people: One, your customer. Two, your Boss. — Praveen Kumar

No one has the last word other than God. — Rob Bell

She needed a confessor! Would she find it there, in the world of the artists? All over the world they had their meeting places, their affiliations, their rules of membership, their kingdoms, their chiefs, their secret channels of communication. They established common beliefs in certain painters, certain musicians, certain writers. They were the misplaced persons too, unwanted at home usually, or repudiated by their families. But they established new families, their own religions, their own doctors, their own communities. — Anais Nin

Kristina has been to the Maldives but never to Venice, and I have been to Venice but never to the Maldives. — Roger Moore

Weddings are about fantasies - you understand? Your job is to photograph the fantasy, not the reality. Never the reality. If I ever see another picture like that, you're fired. — Mira Jacob

I think I am becoming obsessive-compulsive. David Beckham apparently turns all the Diet Coke cans in his fridge to face the same way every morning, and I nerdily sharpen all the pencils in my pot before sitting down to work. — Andrew O'Hagan

Left to my own devices, I'm content to wake myself with a fart. — Nicole Krauss

Seriously, Jack, I think you might be the only guy in this city who hasn't read his stuff. Collin McCann is like the Carrie Bradshaw of Chicago men."
"You mean Terry Bradshaw," Jack corrected.
"No, Carrie," Wilkins repeated. "You know, Sarah Jessica Parker. Sex and the City."
A silence fell over the room as Collin and Jack stared at Wilkins, seriously fearing for the fate of men. — Julie James

Sometimes, I think the only art left for us is slowly peeling the label off a beer bottle while somebody tells you about a dream they had. — Lynda Barry