Mineralized Wood Quotes & Sayings

I think this guy's dead," the coroner said, scooting another inch or two, to be safe.
"There's something wrong here," Tom said. They both looked at him.
"No, I'm pretty sure of it," the coroner said. "That bullet hole, for one thing. Plus, he's not breathing. That's the kind of thing we look for. — Victor J. Banis

She spent all his combat pay before he got back, and she was five months pregnant, which, for a Marine coming back from a seven-month deployment, is not pregnant enough. — Phil Klay

'Early stages' is when the cancer is completely contained within the prostate. If it is detected when the cancer is entirely in the gland, the chance for full recovery is at its highest. — Len Dawson

I think architects are often at their best when faced with restraints. — Bernard Tschumi

He considered it permissible, indeed even all but indispensable, to entertain, behind the back of his Edith, whom he couldn't break through to or perhaps never wanted to break through to, certain minor enrapturements, secondary belles, as it were, insignificant wiles with gentle smiles, so as to prevent his becoming, for instance, sentimental, which he would have found distasteful, and which in point of fact would have been just that. Unfaithfulness is morally far more valuable than sentimental clinging and fidelity. That ought to be at least a little clear to even the biggest lump. — Robert Walser

New York came after me aggressively and that's what sealed the deal. — Johnny Damon

There was no way that I would admit that I wouldn't have minded sharing a room with Riley. Regardless of how annoyed and frustrated I was with his behavior, I still felt safer with him close by. — Ivy Sinclair

We do not make art. We have unnamable motors and dangerous impulses that occupy our thoughts. — Richard Prince

Rod has such a wicked sense of humour. I loved him very much. — Rachel Hunter

If you write a letter of resignation or something with an agenda, you're simply using a pen to record what you have thought out. In a poem, the pen is more like a flashlight, a Geiger counter, or one of those metal detectors that people walk around beaches with. — Billy Collins

Let go of everything else, he urges in my mind. Just be here. With me. — Cynthia Hand

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head — W.B.Yeats