Miskowaanzhe Quotes & Sayings

As the mother teaches her children how to express themselves in their language, so one Gypsy musician teaches the other. They have never shown any need for notation. — Franz Liszt

We can fly!
"We can become butterflies!
"There's nothing at the top
and it doesn't matter!"
As he heard his own
message he realized how
he had misread the instinct
to get high.
To get to the "top" he
must fly, not climb. — Trina Paulus

Yes, writing a novel, my boy, is like driving pigs to market - you have one of them making a bolt down the wrong lane; another won't get over the right stile ... — Elizabeth Bowen

I just remember how cool and exciting and crazy it seemed when Marvel was giving this new 'Ultimate Spider-Man' title to this crime writer Brian Michael Bendis who had never really done any superhero stuff before. — Jason Aaron

The first requirement of a sound body of law is, that it should correspond with the actual feelings and demands of the community, whether right or wrong. — Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

A decoy," said the Darkling, coming up beside me. "We'll take the southern trails. It's what we should have done in the first place."
"So you do make mistakes," I said without thinking.
He paused in the act of pulling on his gloves, and I pressed my lips together nervously. "I didn't mean - "
"Of course I make mistakes," he said. His mouth curved into a half smile. "Just not often. — Leigh Bardugo

Something about being here in this neon-glitzy place, my shoes off and my boobs pushed up to my neck made me feel bold. Daring. Ready to grab the world by the balls and make it beg for mercy. Rawr. — Elle Casey

Then the clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. The water bounded from the mountain-top, tore leaves and branches from the trees, poured like a cold shower over the straggling heap on the sand. Presently the heap broke up and the figures broke away. Only the beast lay still, a few yards from the sea. Even in the rain they could see how small it was; and already its blood was staining the sand — William Golding