Ngna Quotes & Sayings

There's a perennial debate about whether the propagandistic tripe produced by establishment media outlets is shaped more by evil or by stupidity. Personally, I think it's both: a healthy dose of each is needed. The system design is malicious, while those who serve as its public face are generally vacant. — Glenn Greenwald

Life is wonderful when you're the one to write it. — Coco J. Ginger

If the sore spot is not fatal, if it does not grow and block something, you can use its power for many years, until the heart resorbs it. — Annie Dillard

You are, however, surprisingly light of touch."
"Pardon?"
"The way you're holding my hand. I always thought you'd be more of a mauler. Like a diseased wolf chewing the knuckles off me fist."
"That's very nice."
"Not really."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh. I see. Where are we? — G.A. Aiken

They never used three words where one would do. — Debora Geary

If the movie is quiet I generally feel the audience is busy. That's when they're working. — Ang Lee

His heart was racing, and he wanted her to hear it. And he wanted her to know that from here on out, it beat solely for her. — Priscilla Glenn

The bronze rider of Mnementh, Lord F'lar, will require quarters for himself. I, F'nor, brown rider, prefer to be lodged with the wingmen. We are, in number, twelve. F'lar liked that touch of F'nor's, totting up the wing strength, as if Fax were incapable of counting. — Anne McCaffrey

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished. — Herta Muller

Why do you come here?"
"I promised."
"I release you from your promise!"
"It wasn't you I promised," the angel said quietly. — Elizabeth Knox

Rusty, Dad needs to work and I'm going out, so you're babysitting."
"I like that word," Rusty said, settling down for a nap. "Come, babies. Let us sit together. — Sarah Rees Brennan

The flesh of animals who feed excursively is allowed to have a higher flavour than that of those who are cooped up. May there not be the same difference between men who read as their taste prompts and men who are confined in cells and colleges to stated tasks? — Samuel Butler

Winter blues are cured every time with a potato gratin paired with a roast chicken. — Alexandra Guarnaschelli