Mikumo Woodblock Quotes & Sayings

Whenever serious and competent people need to get things done in the real world, all considerations of tradition and protocol fly out the window. — Neal Stephenson

She opened her mouth once to speak, closed it, then finally ripped out, "Why aren't you on your way home? I gave you an order, Lieutenant!" Stuben, anticipating a warmer reception, was momentarily nonplussed. "We took a vote," he said simply, as though it explained everything. Cordelia — Lois McMaster Bujold

Blaming TV as an abstract entity is nonsensical. It's our hand on the remote. There's a world out there outside the tube. — Carlos Ruiz Zafon

After wasting so much pulp and ink myself, who was I to complain about waste? We live in an advanced capitalist society, after all. — Haruki Murakami

When it came to fabric, she was obsessed by the touch, color, and the promise that it held. Some — Nicole Mary Kelby

Having to make a blockbuster every time puts unhealthy pressure on creatives. The pressure on the filmmakers is so intense, I think it stifles the creativity. — Henry Selick

I don't believe in anything. I'm just here for the violence. — Banksy

There are no limitations to the mind except those we acknowledge. — Napoleon Hill

You do not know the dishonest purposes of these men as well as I do," Douglas told Lincoln of the secessionists. "If I were president, I'd convert or hang them all within forty-eight hours. — Scott Farris

Tessa exchanged a commiserating glance with Molly as the crowd gradually dwindled. — Jayne Ann Krentz

At a hundred and twenty five miles per hour, with the wind rushing in his face, darkness around him, he is alone in the universe, but then, Zeb has been alone all his life. — Ty Patterson

Days and nights passed over this despair of flesh, but one morning he awoke, looked (with calm now) at the blurred things that lay about him, and felt, inexplicably, the way one might feel upon recognizing a melody or a voice, that all this had happened to him before and that he had faced it with fear but also with joy and hopefulness and curiosity. Then he descended into his memory, which seemed to him endless, and managed to draw up from that vertigo the lost remembrance that gleamed like a coin in the rain - perhaps because he had never really looked at it except (perhaps) in a dream. — Jorge Luis Borges