Pastons Quotes & Sayings

You can't always win. But you should keep trying. — Gabbo De La Parra

Control your own Destiny or somebody else will — Jack Welch

Worthy of honor is he who does no injustice, and more than twofold honor, if he not only does no injustice himself, but hinders others from doing any. — Plato

I am pretty interested in hybrid forms. I love graphic novels and I think there should be more graphic poems in the world. — Matthea Harvey

So you see, movies are really another dimension. — Cecilia Bartoli

Unconsciously, I had prepared the perfect trap in which to catch and hold my soul. — Dirk Benedict

I can feel you." He leaned back, inhaled deeply. "Inside me. Everywhere. You own me. You will always own me, and I will walk through hell to keep it that way. — Pam Godwin

It was bad enough that she'd basically skipped Hanukkah this year, but to spend the last night of the Jewish holiday serenading the birth of Jesus. ... Just. No. — Stephanie Perkins

The reading part of her feels private, between her and the characters in a book. — Christina Baker Kline

The memory was the only recording instrument of the great part of the population. Deeds and transfers were made permanent by beating young retainers so they would remember. The training of the Welsh poets was not practice but memorizing. On knowing 10,000 poems, one took a position. This has always been true. Written words have destroyed what must have been a remarkable instrument. The Pastons speak of having the messenger read the letter so that he could repeat it verbatim if it was stolen or lost. And some of these letters were complicated. If Malory were in prison, it is probably true that he didn't need books. He knew them. If I had only twelve books in my library I would know them by heart. And how many men had no memory in the fifteenth century? No - the book owned must have been supplemented by the book borrowed and thus by the book heard. The tremendous history of the Persian Wars of Herodotus was known by all Athenians and it was not read by them, it was read to them. — John Steinbeck