Mia Dolan Quotes & Sayings

I wish you much more grace for all your works. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I also ache at that thought your majesty ... But if they do not offer the sacrifice in blood now, we will all pay dearly with added gallons later. So if some most die it is in a worthy cause. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

Every individual should be expressing themselves, whether a politician or a minister or a policeman. — Dave Brubeck

In Tibetan, we say people who have good windhorse have the sense they can accomplish what they want to do. — Sakyong Mipham

Today everything exists to end in a photograph. — Susan Sontag

I think that it's really important to go away and come back. — Katherine Dunn

Sneakiness was a form of privacy and privacy here was the first loss. — Joan London

I had evoked - and the book was indeed all I had suspected. — H.P. Lovecraft

Where there is a free government, and the people make their own laws by their representatives, I see no injustice in their obliging one another to take their own paper money. — Benjamin Franklin

Today I escaped from anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions - not outside. — Marcus Aurelius

[M]ental peace is not meditation. Meditation is the flight beyond the mind. It has nothing to do with mental peace. — Rajneesh

(As to how the Gatekeeper came to life)

Once a bookworm, always a bookworm.

But inspiration starts once that lowly worm crawls up your brain; it would be too difficult to contain and all hell breaks loose, and that otherwise blank piece of paper becomes its battleground, teeming with chicken-scratch scribbles of what was going on in that nook that used to be your secret sanctuary. You have no choice but just to concede, and surrender to its call to breathe life into a name. — D.S. Quinio

There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and all the four legs extended, wine drawn from a plug fitted in one leg, wine that spilled a little onto the earth of the floor, settling the dust smell; out now from the odors of different herbs whose names he did not know that hung in bunches from the ceiling, with long ropes of garlic, away now from the copper-penny, red wine and garlic, horse sweat and man sweat died in the clothing (acrid and gray the man sweat, sweet and sickly the dried brushed-off lather of horse sweat, of the men at the table, Robert Jordan breathed deeply of the clear night air of the mountains that smelled of the pines and of the dew on the grass in the meadow by the stream. — Ernest Hemingway,