Nasson Garcia Quotes & Sayings

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted. — Jean Antoine Petit-Senn

Our lives are determined less by our childhood than by the traumatic way we have learned to remember our childhoods. — James Hillman

The first book you write because of the way it makes you feel. The second one you can't help but wonder how it's going to make the reader feel. — Kathryn Stockett

One only realizes the extent of his love when he thinks he has lost the one he loves; and unhappily, very often only begins to love when he feels his love is not returned. — Waguih Ghali

I like you very much. Just as you are. Mark Darcy, Bridget Jones — Helen Fielding

M possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.
Did he do this to you? — Poppet

A road to a friend's house is never long. — Ann Richards

Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses. — An Abundance Of Katherines By John Green

Piss on my daisies, we have to save the demons! — Kim Harrison

You have to let the world speak to you and then you speak, you know, so I'm in that moment now where I'm finding the world's voice. — K'naan

This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."
I frowned, "What's that?"
"Homework. — Richelle Mead

Know the difference between success and fame. Success is Mother Teresa. Fame is Madonna. — Erma Bombeck

It isn't that I was born thinking I had to be president. I'm getting a lot of encouragement to run from people across the country. I don't believe this is a rash decision. — Michele Bachmann

With such luck as this, he rode the beast in the jaunty way that she deserved, back north, seemingly back from Mexico, pulling up finally at an outlying bar-ex-saloon (they had covered the old adobe face with knotty pine, substituted big stone matades for the cuspidors) and having brought her wrecklessly this far did not park her in the little parking lot but in front of the church next door. They had lifted that face too and neonized, but it did no good, they seemed to know they had no chance against an older god, their doors were closed. Thus one could join the pagan worshipers with a self-righteous shrug, through latticed doors. — Douglas Woolf

I don't know if it sounds arrogant or whatever, but I'm just trying to get better numbers than last year. — Bobby Abreu