Migliore Amica Quotes & Sayings

The work of the artist is to heal the soul. — Kathleen Raine

We must develop energy independence; we must Make It In America. — John Garamendi

The purpose of my writing, whatever I write, is not what may be right or wrong;
But for when I leave this body, my writings should remain that others may share. — Gian Kumar

The important thing is to, first of all, question everything you read or hear or see or are told. Question it, and try to see the world for what it actually is, as opposed to what someone or some company or some organization or some government is trying to represent it as, or present it as, however they've mislabeled it or dressed it up or told you. — George Carlin

I still feel like a nerd. — Judd Apatow

An absolutely delightful book about books, The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry will draw you in with its wonderfully written characters and emotional resonance . . . A delight in every sense of the word . . . The little bookstore on Alice Island might just begin to feel like a second home, a cozy place to return to again and again when you need an escape from the world. — Gabrielle Zevin

History could be as arbitrary as poetry, he told himself: what is history, other than a matter of choice, the picking and choosing of certain facts out of a multitude to elicit a meaningful pattern, which was not necessarily the true one? The act of selecting facts, by definition, inherently involved discarding facts as well, often the ones most inconvenient to the pattern that the historian was trying to reveal. Truth thus became an abstract concept: three different historians, working with the same set of data, might easily come up with three different "truths." Whereas myth digs deep into the fundamental reality of the spirit, into that infinite well that is the shared consciousness of the entire race, reaching the levels where truth is not an optional matter, but the inescapable foundation of all else. In that sense myth could be truer than history. — Robert Silverberg

Guilt was acid in our veins. It corroded everything. Our heart. Our lungs. Our throat. — Kat Zhang