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Needles And Threads Quotes By Kurt Vonnegut

Honest to God, Bill, the way things are going, all I can think of is that I'm a character in a book by somebody who wants to write about somebody who suffers all the time. — Kurt Vonnegut

Needles And Threads Quotes By V.E Schwab

This is why I run.
Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke or healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that wouldn't set, a cut that wouldn't close.
It was better not to care - Lila tried not to care - but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid past the guard, and you didn't know how deep they were buried until they were gone and you were bleeding on the floor. And it wasn't fair. — V.E Schwab

Needles And Threads Quotes By Fanny Burney

There's nothing but quarreling with the women; it's my belief they like it better than victuals and drink. — Fanny Burney

Needles And Threads Quotes By Gore Vidal

In the twentieth century, science has been everything and the arts almost nothing by comparison. As a result, many artists now pretend to be scientists. They try to imitate the strategies of science. Paintings that talk. Sculpture that swims. Books that turn to ash. New formulas just like the scientist. But that isn't science of course, nor is it art. Just the end of the road. — Gore Vidal

Needles And Threads Quotes By Martin Buber

Every journey has a secret destination of which the traveller is unaware. — Martin Buber

Needles And Threads Quotes By Haruki Murakami

I don't like Sunday evenings. Or, rather, I don't like everything that goes with them - that Sunday-evening state of affairs. Without fail, come Sunday evening my head starts to ache. In varying intensity each time. Maybe a third to a half of an inch into my temples, the soft flesh throbs - as if invisible threads lead out and someone far off is yanking at the other ends. Not that it hurts so much. It ought to hurt, but strangely, it doesn't - it's like long needles probing anesthetized areas. — Haruki Murakami