P Rigueux Wikipedia Quotes & Sayings

When I hear about some sensational new writer I sort of think, Shut up ... you've got to be around for a long time before you can really say you're a writer. You've got to stand the test of time, which is the only real test there is. — Martin Amis

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on. — Robert Herrick

When I returned home soon afterwards, it was with a newly awakened sense of what Australian literature was good for: helping us define ourselves in relation to an Anglo past and American present, for example, or airing the wounds suffered by indigenous Australia, or inhabiting those new frictions that result from our expanding cultural pluralism. Above all, it could teach us to dwell more easily in a landscape that did not accord with the metaphors and myth-kitty that was our northern inheritance. — George Williamson

A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying. — B.F. Skinner

The only real people are the people who never existed, and if a novelist is base enough to go to life for his personages he should at least pretend that they are creations, and not boast of them as copies. — Oscar Wilde

I prefer to believe in things which obviously exist, even though I cannot explain them. It is the humbler and, I think, the wiser attitude. — A. Hastings

Horace, who had been trying to find out the meaning of Kurokuma for some time now, was pleased to hear the translation.
"Black bear," he repeated. "It's undoubtedly because I'm so terrible in battle."
"I'd guess so," Will put in. "I've seen you in battle and you're definitely terrible. — John Flanagan

The only thing I have to go by is what my mother and father told me, how I was brought up. — Madeleine Albright

The propensity of man, is to invent history, that he may promote his own destiny...

Rev. Joaquin R. Larriba — Joaquin R. Larriba

Holding onto what was isn't healthy for what is. — Hannah Whitall Smith

I waver, continually fly to the summit of the mountain, but cannot stay up there for more than a moment. Others waver too, but in lower regions, with greater strength; if they are in danger of falling, they are caught up by the kinsman who walks beside them for that purpose. But I waver on the heights; it is not death, alas, but the eternal torments of dying. — Franz Kafka