Newcomen Pump Quotes & Sayings

- I hope you don't mind my saying so, boss, but I don't think your brain is quite formed yet. How old are you?
- Thirty-five.
- Then it never will be. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash. — Vladimir Nabokov

When I was a boy and I sang, my voice felt to me like a leak sprung from a small and secret star hidden somewhere in my chest and whatever there was about me that was fragile disappeared when my mouth opened and I let the voice out. We learned, we were prisons for our voices. You could want to try and make sure the door was always opened ... We weren't something struck to make a tone. We were strike and instrument both. If you can hold the air and shake it to make something, you learn, maybe you can make anything. Maybe you can walk out of here on this thin, thin air. — Alexander Chee

The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become. — Veronica Roth

You don't order someone to polish your shoes one day and call them 'sister' the next. — Khaled Hosseini

The Met is not only the finest encyclopedic museum of art in the United States; it is arguably the finest anywhere. — Jerry Saltz

At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in England. — Hugh Grant

You never fail until you stop trying. — Albert Einstein

Maybe if more of our adolescents had been brought up on fairy tales, they would (unconsciously) remain aware of the fact that their conflict is not with the adult world, or society, but really only with their parents. Further, threatening as the parent may seem at some time, it is always the child who wins out in the long — Bruno Bettelheim

I never meant to be a full-time poet: I started out as a gardener, an ideal job for a poet because your head is left free. — Alice Oswald

Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but instead of reading the latter, peeped over the top of it, and took a survey of the man of business, who was an elderly, pimply-faced, vegetable-diet sort of man, in a black coat, dark mixture trousers, and small black gaiters; a kind of being who seemed to be an essential part of the desk at which he was writing, and to have as much thought or sentiment. — Charles Dickens