Masataka Hosoo Quotes & Sayings

The one time I was an actor, it happened to be in a globally dominant juggernaut. That was lucky. — Sarah Vowell

It's tougher to look than to leap. — Hugh Cornwell

Of all the classes of men, I dislike the most those who make their livings by talking - actors, clergymen, politicians, pedagogues, and so on ... It is almost impossible to imagine a talker who sticks to the facts. Carried away by the sound of his own voice and the applause from the groundlings, he makes inevitably the jump from logic to mere rhetoric. — H.L. Mencken

Especially beware of bad books; and for nothing in the world let your soul be carried away by certain writings which weak brains admire, because of some vain subtleties which they find therein. — Francis De Sales

Before - for years - she had let her mind close seamlessly, like an egg, around this wrong and other wrongs. — Marie Rutkoski

You don't have to keep living in a dystopia simply because you're strong and noble enough to accept it. — A.J. Darkholme

In every first novel the hero is the author as Christ or Faust. — Oscar Wilde

When genuine love is released in a relationship, God's presence is manifest. — Peter Scazzero

Smiling novices. I can hear the music of your laughter of joy. Learn, my children, to be holy, for true holiness consists of doing God's work with a smile. — Mother Teresa

The success of many books is due to the affinity between the mediocrity of the author's ideas and those of the public. — Nicolas Chamfort

Rambert also spent a certain amount of time at the railroad station. No one was allowed on the platforms. But the waiting-rooms, which could be entered from outside, remained open and, being cool and dark, were often patronized by beggars on very hot days. Rambert spent much time studying the timetables, reading the prohibitions against spitting, and the passengers' regulations. After that he sat down in a corner. An old cast-iron stove, which had been stone-cold for months, rose like a sort of landmark in the middle of the room, surrounded by figure-of-eight patterns on the floor, the traceries of long-past sprinklings. Posters on the walls gaily invited tourists to a carefree holiday at Cannes or Bandol. And in his corner Rambert savored that bitter sense of freedom which comes of total deprivation. — Albert Camus

Honey will wipe the floor with you." His eyes went half-mast, and his voice dropped in evident pleasure. "I know. — Patricia Briggs