Neal Katyal Quotes & Sayings

New York was a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice. — Bob Dylan

I think that all women, unless they are absolutely asleep, must be feminists up to a point. — Ruth Rendell

Still, experience has taught me that knowing one's enemy is key to winning any battle. — Michelle Zink

The writer understands how deeply mysterious the 'familiar' really is. How strangely opaque, what we've seen a thousand times. And how inconsolable a loss, when the taken-for-granted is finally taken from us. — Joyce Carol Oates

My girlfriend asked me if I only love her for her body. I said no, baby. Just parts of it. — Anthony Jeselnik

Writers seldom choose as friends those self-centered characters who are never in trouble, never make mistakes, and always count their change as it is handed to them. — Catherine Drinker Bowen

We stepped a little quicker, laughed a little louder and chatted over the fences a little longer. We gathered bouquets of wildflowers, dined on fresh strawberries and began to ride our bikes up and down the Third Line again. We ran up grassy hills and rolled back down through the young clover, feeling light and giddy, free from our heavy boots and coats. There were trilliums to pick for Mother and tadpoles to catch and keep in a jar. Spring had come at last to Bathurst Township and was she ever worth the wait! — Arlene Stafford-Wilson

In your heart, you have a song that will change the world, once you give yourself permission to sing. — Vironika Tugaleva

When fully united, without ego or weakness, we become the greatest invisible force this world has ever witnessed. — Luis Marques

Rare and precious gifts,
gold and myrrh and frankincense,
to offer a king. — Richelle E. Goodrich

He loves you, Tabby. Boy's totally gone for you. He don't like you eatin' shit, he can do somethin' about it, so he did. He let you have your time to sort it, let you have your time to stew about it, but you didn't make a move, so he did. — Kristen Ashley

I was in the Midwest, and the rain was all I had left of Camilla's goodbye kiss. Raindrops on the windshield, radio stations fading in and out. Cornfields bleak in all those gray, wide-open reaches. I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backward glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc illae lacrimae, hence those tears. I suppose nothing remains — Donna Tartt