Matallana Wine Quotes & Sayings

One of the best partners in writing?
A cat! — Primadonna Angela

Growing up is terribly wonderful. But often it's also wonderfully terrible. — S.D. Smith

You named your sword Fire? Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword 'Blazing Blade' and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn't you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination? — Christopher Paolini

Like any group that has endured much, African Americans have created a strong and mutually reinforcing sense of group identity. That's not a bad thing in and of itself. — J. C. Watts

You know, I'm a pretty mellow guy. I'm pretty easy-going. I see everyone's perspective. — Paul Walker

What the end of the carnage of World War II meant to those who remember it, can never be forgotten, but to all those who don't, its meaning can never be fully understood! — Calvin Coolidge

Edward Glaeser writes, "Cities are the absence of physical space between people."11 — Timothy Keller

Love was life's hardest school of all.
p. 259 — Ivan Goncharov

In art, rebellion is consummated and perpetuated in the act of real creation, not in criticism or commentary. — Albert Camus

They had extemporized a verse made up of two insults about matters over which the victim had no control: the color of her skin and speculations on the sleeping habits of an adult, widely fitting in its incoherence. That they themselves were black, or that their own father had similarly relaxed habits was irrelevant. It was their contempt for their own blackness that gave the first insult it's teeth. They seem to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned self-hatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had burned for ages in the hollows of their minds - cooled - and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming whatever was in its path. They danced a macabre ballet around the victim, whom, for their own sake, they were prepared to sacrifice to the flaming pit. — Toni Morrison