Motyka Obituary Quotes & Sayings

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE — Veronica Roth

Most of these editors, as they call themselves, couldn't even effectively edit a haiku. — Frank Black

I understood that Death wasn't the one to be feared. War was the one that laid waste to lives. Death was just the cleanup guy, the janitor, the final act. — Karen Marie Moning

Avoiding setting too strong rules is the best way not to have problems with your own rules. — Eraldo Banovac

The man who can keep a secret may be wise, but he is not half as wise as the man with no secrets to keep — Edgar Watson Howe

I liked Camille Paglia. I liked her even better when I heard her talk. — Leslie Fiedler

The attitude of, 'I will never self-publish,' coming from any author, indicates that they have never been in a position where it is their only option. — Jennifer Armintrout

Men often think submission indicates weakness, that letting someone else take charge betrays a character deficit. But we all submit to strangers who drill into our teeth as long as we can see the parchment on their wall which reads Dentist. — Edmond Manning

The superior man leads not by violence or by coarse physical acts but by the pure intelligence of a wise mind. — Pearl S. Buck

Creating a body of mathematics is about intellectual labor, not some kind of transcendental revelation. There are plenty of important components of European fractal geometry that are missing from the African version. — Ron Eglash

The moment had passed. But it had happened. — Kate Cann

He whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the "new people" whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to; and the sentimental clung to it for its historic associations, and the musical for its excellent acoustics, always so problematic a quality in halls built for the hearing of music. — Edith Wharton

Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart. — Richard Watson Gilder