Nyambung Quotes & Sayings

You simply cannot do a sitcom by committee. It will not work. You've got to have one or two clean, creative voices in charge, and there's got to be some faith by the studio and network in those people to make the right choices. — Amy Sherman-Palladino

In order to become a grandmaster class player whose understanding of chess is superior to the thousands of ordinary players, you have to develop within yourself a large number of qualities, the qualities of an artistic creator, a calculating practitioner, a cold calm competitor. — Alexander Kotov

Where there is writing- there is a writer Where there is planning- there is a planner Where there is a building- there is a builder Where there is a miracle- there is a God! — Bliss Carman

All evil begins with this belief: that another's existence is less precious than mine. — Tony Hendra

Even now, I find that no matter what has happened, I still have that trust. I have a lot of trust, that people can be better than they are. — Alice Walker

The wishes of the people, seldom founded in deep disquisitions, or resulting from other reasonings than their present feelings, may not entirely accord with our true policy and interest. If they do not, to observe a proper line of conduct for promoting the one, and avoiding offence to the other, will be a work of great difficulty. — George Washington

Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them. — Ann Brashares

I saw a lot of good hitters but I never saw a better one than Paul Waner. I mean I once threw a side arm spitter right into his belly and he hit it into the upper deck. — Burleigh Grimes

The world is full of wonders that cannot be measured. That is why they are wonders. — David Liss

Seven weeks later Kane — Kindle Alexander

Your name is a -- bird in my hand
a piece of -- ice on the tongue
one single movement of the lips.
Your name is: five signs,
a ball caught in flight, a
silver bell in the mouth

a stone, cast in a quiet pool
makes the splash of your name, and
the sound is in the clatter of
night hooves, loud as a thunderclap
or it speaks straight into my forehead,
shrill as the click of a cocked gun.

Your name -- how impossible, it
is a kiss in the eyes on
motionless eyelashes, chill and sweet.
Your name is a kiss of snow
a gulp of icy spring water, blue
as a dove. About your name is: sleep. — Marina Tsvetaeva

Any collection of Children's Letters to God. is pure gold because children tell it like it is; they don't butter up God; they say, deadly serious, "How come you rained on my picnic?" Or, "I wanted a baby brother and you sent a gur-r-l." Or, something like this, from a girl named Nan: "Dear God, I bet it's very hard for you to love everybody in the world. There are only four people in our family and I can never do it. — Joseph T. Nolan