Messire Chapuys Quotes & Sayings

Have we," he wondered, "conceived a merely human project and then imagined it to be a decree of the Almighty? — Barbara W. Tuchman

He pulled out his wallet and extracted a twenty-dollar bill, fastidiously folding it in half so that the crease cut across the face of Theodore Roosevelt, with its shining spectacles and its Chesire Cat grin. — Dexter Palmer

A period of time is as much an organising principle for a work of fiction as a sense of place. You can do geography, as Faulkner did, or you can dwell on a particular period. It provides the same framework. — E.L. Doctorow

A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I was writing, I would forget myself and everyone else; poetry made me feel part of something noble and beautiful and bigger than me. [ ... ] I slid them under the carpet as soon as they were done, all the images and rhymes wrestled into place. By the time I had copied them out, I found I had memorized every line. Then they would surprise me by surging through me, like songs I knew by heart. — Andrea Ashworth

I wrote music. I was in a hardcore band when I was 14, and I wasn't good enough to play anyone else's songs, so I had to write my own. — Dito Montiel

Sometimes I think that if I wasn't crazy ... I'd go crazy ... — Peter Milligan

Widmerpool had tidied himself up a little since leaving school, though there was still a kind of exotic drabness about his appearance that seemed to mark him out from the rest of mankind. — Anthony Powell

What is Zen? Zen is looking at things with the eye of God, that is, becoming the thing's eyes so that it looks at itself with our eyes. — Reginald Horace Blyth

We priests are the surgeons of souls, and it is our duty to deliver them of shameful secrets they would fain conceal, with hands careful to neither wound no pollute. — Jules Amedee Barbey D'Aurevilly

The world is crammed with messages. We'll never have time to read them all. — Janette Turner Hospital

A valiant man Ought not to undergo, or tempt a danger, But worthily, and by selected ways, He undertakes with reason, not by chance. His valor is the salt t' his other virtues, They're all unseason'd without it. — Ben Jonson

The Wheel will turn again. She would eventually be back on top of the world. For now, she was grateful for her semblance of stability. — Lynne Cantwell

English literature is a flying fish. — E. M. Forster