Mclester Street Quotes & Sayings

I scraped my heel against this black claw: I wanted to peel off some of the bark. For no reason at all, out of defiance, to make the bare pink appear absurd on the tanned leather: to play with the absurdity of the world. But, when I drew my heel back, I saw that the bark was still black. — Jean-Paul Sartre

The best way of losing a cause is to abuse your opponent and to trade upon his weakness. — Mahatma Gandhi

It might be said now that I have the best of both worlds. A Harvard education and a Yale degree. — John F. Kennedy

Miracles of grace must be the seals of our ministry; who can bestow them but the Spirit of God? Convert a soul without the Spirit of God! Why, you cannot even make a fly, much less create a new heart and a right spirit."48 — Steven J. Lawson

Strange, how the name Israel, God's own chosen nation, who don't believe Jesus to be the Messiah, sounds almost the same as saying is He real? — Anthony Liccione

Tomorrow the rush of men, all working for a living, would drown him; but now, at this moment, in this soft green twilight, this soft green Sunday evening, when the heart of the world seemed to lie beating in the palm of his hand, he sat in that huge house upstairs terrified that he would never live. — Andrew Holleran

People would ask me why I was doing what I was doing - but I always told them that I just loved to skate. There was no other explanation. — Nancy Kerrigan

In her world, husbands were omnipotent, never impotent. — Rabih Alameddine

You can write a short story in two hours. Two hours a day, you have a novel in a year. — Ray Bradbury

When we are asleep, we are all equal. — Miguel De Cervantes

Our seminaries today are turning out dead men. — Leonard Ravenhill

Was that the way to phrase it? Always have had. It was immortal tense. A new rule of grammar. Always have had gotten friends killed. — Hugh Howey

In modern novels I try to not let myself get away and to be here, and that's why I write about my life and myself. But even when I do that there's an element of disappearing to a place that's not me. It's "the selflessness of writing". It seldom happens, but when it does it's worth quite a lot. — Karl Ove Knausgard

I used to hold you as my everything,
And so I built my castles in your lands,
But you proved to me your inadequacies,
With this, how will my castles stand? — Terrence Alonzo Craft

Oh, I doubt that, we gods are like bottomless wells, if you lean over us, you won't even see your image reflected back — Jose Saramago