Moonmaker Quotes & Sayings

In my case, when it arrived at 49, perimenopause was terrifying and like nothing I had ever before physically experienced. — Sandra Tsing Loh

These Exhaling Sounds
Is the sweetness of the cane sweeter
than the one who made the canefield?
Behind the beauty of the moon is the moonmaker.
There is intelligence inside the ocean's
intelligence
feeding our love like an invisible waterwheel.
There is a skill to making cooking oil from animal fat.
Consider now the knack that makes eyesight
from the shining jelly of your eyes.
Dawn comes up like a beautiful meal being served.
We are hungry and distracted, so in love with the cook.
Don't just be proud of your mustache
as you drive three donkeys down the road.
Instead of gemstones, love the jeweler.
Enough of these exhaling sounds.
Let the darling finish this
who turns listening into seeing. — Rumi

Mixture of pleasure and pain," he muttered. "Always does the trick. — Douglas Adams

Maybe the most that you can expect from a relationship that goes bad is to come out of it with a few good songs. — Marianne Faithfull

Advertising is the voice of capital. We need to do whatever we can to limit capitalist propaganda, regulate it, minimize it, and perhaps even eliminate it. The fight against hyper-commercialism becomes especially pronounced in the era of digital communications. — Robert Waterman McChesney

He's a contradiction: taut magic coiled to strike, gentleness at war with severity, a tongue as sharp as a whip's edge, yet skin so soft he could be swathed in clouds. — A.G. Howard

No, " Miss Warren said. "Your sister, she's dead — Sherman Alexie

Fuck. I know we're both pretty liquored up but neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation. — Joanne McClean

No one remembers who took second place and that will neverbe me. — Enzo Ferrari

You will attract to yourself people who harmonize with your own philosophy of life, whether you wish it or not. — Napoleon Hill

I like to believe that I don't think of myself as a writer. I am an amateur. Back when I was teaching, I wrote when I could. Weekends were good typewriter time. Now, it's whenever I feel there's something to be put on paper. I don't care what time it is, though I always write in the notebooks at night. — Guy Davenport

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.
She felt all right. — Richard Matheson