Paul Edgecombe Quotes & Sayings

It is the white man who creates the Negro. But it is the negro who creates negritude. — Frantz Fanon

I can't change where I come from or what I've been through, so why should I be ashamed of what makes me, me? — Angie Thomas

His own true hidden reality that he had desired to know grew palpable, recognizable. It seemed to him just this: a great, glad, abounding hope that he had saved his brother; too expansive to be contained by the limited form of a sole man, it yearned for a new embodiment infinite as the stars.
What did it matter to that true reality that the man's brain shrank, shrank, till it was nothing; that the man's body could not retain the huge pain of his heart, and heaved it out through the red exit riven at the neck: that hurtling blackness blotted out forever the man's sight, hearing, sense? — Clemence Housman

I cannot betray you, but I might betray myself. Come, come! wait and see me betray myself. I shall do it so nicely. — G.K. Chesterton

When you're in the back of the pack, you can gamble a little bit more. — Michael Andretti

A spider has no special skills other than building its web, and no lifestyle choice other than sitting still. — Haruki Murakami

Piper drew her dagger. Jason grabbed an ice-covered plank off the pool floor. Leo reached into his tool belt, but he was so shaken up, all he produced was a tin of breath mints. He shoved them back in, hoping nobody had noticed, and drew a hammer instead. — Rick Riordan

I've always liked my men a little on the dumb side - Katherine — Cornelius Moore

Those who govern must see how the people react to administration. Ultimately, the people are the final arbiters. — Lal Bahadur Shastri

At some point, don't voters start to see all of public life as one big polluted river? And if they do, don't they stop saying things like "That's a busted tire floating by" and "That's an old shoe"? — Peggy Noonan

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else. — Jennifer Donnelly

Making love, she'd always believed, was more than simply a pleasurable act between two people. It encompassed all that a couple was supposed to share: trust & commitement, hopes & dreams, a promise to make it through whatever the future might bring. The greater the love; the greater the tragedy when it is over — Nicholas Sparks