Mosaical Dispensation Quotes & Sayings

My dad is a writer, and to see him always in front of a typewriter gave me the inspiration to write. He was my idol, my hero. I wanted to be just like him. — Shakira

Lucien only nodded. But I felt his gaze on my back, fixed right on my spine, as I headed downstairs. To see Ianthe. And at last decide how I was going to shred her into pieces. — Sarah J. Maas

You may just miss an awesome ride if you only look at happiness as a destination. — Ingrid Weir

It was as if I had been looking at the whole thing clearly on the blackboard of my mind, but when I turned to read it, part of it had been erased and the rest didn't make sense. — Daniel Keyes

And there will be a time, not for long, a month is enough, or a week, when every single person will be able to completely fulfill what they were meant to be - everything their bodies and souls have offered them, not what other people have dumped on them. — David Grossman

My publisher's been shipping me to comic-cons, and it seems that my readership overlaps perfectly with the comic-con crowd. — Chuck Palahniuk

For the first few weeks in Santa Fe, Oppenheimer and his key staff worked out of the office at 109 East Palace Avenue in the early mornings and made daily trips up to Los Alamos to inspect the progress of the construction. "The laboratories at the site were in a sketchy state, but that did not deter the workers," Dorothy wrote of those hectic early days. "In the morning buses, consisting of station wagons, sedans, or trucks, would leave 109 and pick up the men at the ranches and take them up the Hill. Occasionally, a driver would forget to stop at one or another of the ranches and the stranded and frustrated scientists would call in a white heat. — Jennet Conant

No matter what, if my son was gay, I'd treat him like a king. — Tracy Morgan

Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That's all prehistoric. — Agatha Christie

All this life is let to chance, where are the buoys of its tender love — S.L. Northey