Multispace Reviews Quotes & Sayings

Being elected to Congress is regarded as being sent on a looting raid for one's friends. — George Will

It took me a lifetime to understand that, all too often, people are just plain nasty. They can't see beyond their own stuff. They're scarred forever, and they want to take you down too. — Claire Seeber

One adventure at a time. — V.E Schwab

Without computers we will be stuck only proving theorems that have short proofs. — Kenneth Appel

Intelligence always had a pornographic influence on me. — Maya Angelou

When we approve of ourselves we do not need any further stamps from others. — Nithya Shanti

If pornography releases sexual tension, why don't we send recipe books to the starving? — Andrea Dworkin

I see all the red carpet paparazzi stuff and I'm like, 'Really? Do I have to?!' I like to work and I know that's part of the job. But you kind of take it in stride. — Jensen Ackles

Vish, the creator; and Shiv, the destroyer, are simply two faces of the very same coin. — Ashwin Sanghi

If like the leaf of the wisteria through which the sun darts his rays transparently you give your heart to me, I will no longer distrust you — Murasaki Shikibu

With the mask covering half her face, she could think anything and no one would know. She felt almost as if she were someone else, someone bolder, someone who could be flirtatious and carefree. Tomorrow she could go back to being sensible, to understanding that no matter how strong and noble and kind and good Jorgen was, he was still a forester and not the person her uncle - or she - would ever choose for her to marry. But for tonight, inside this formidable castle and this beautiful, palatial ballroom, she could think outrageous thoughts and imagine the impossible. — Melanie Dickerson

The moment I took hold of the line, I felt the mighty tug of the wind coursing into my palm and wrist, and there I stayed, transfixed. The pwer in that topgallant sail suddenly awed me, and yet it was among the smaller sails on the mast. It was a mere speck on the ocean, catching an infinitesimal fraction of all the howling winds that crossed the wide seas. I literally could not move a muscle, trying in vain to absorb the magnitude of it.
And there was something else, as well. This wind was blowing me westward. I was hurtling into my own predestined future. With neither star nor compass, I knew the heading of this wind. It bore down on a lonely river crossing in one of the last wild places on Earth, where timber moaned in a gale, and frosty grass sparkled in the dawn, and beasts lumbered and thundered the valley. A sacred place protected by Comanches. — Mike Blakely

Welcome to vampire-ville." He chuckled. — S.L. Ross