Pensionat D Quotes & Sayings

Quart of whiskey a day for months working hard on a long poem. Wife hiding bottles, myself hiding bottles. Murderous and suicidal. Many hospitalizations, many alibis. — James Taylor

Baseball was a metaphor for America, both here and in terms of how it was understood by the rest of the world. — Harrison Ford

Story is a yearning meeting an obstacle. — Robert Olen Butler

There are always options. And a wise man always has more than one plan. — Christie Golden

The [Communist] Party has one objective: the creation of a socialist economy; and one means: the utilization of the class struggle. — Jean-Paul Sartre

How do you know that you are not part of a book? That someone's not reading your story right now? — Jodi Picoult

Scientists are also unnerved by the summer's implications for the future ... proof that human activities are propelling a slide toward climate calamity ... humans may have tipped the balance ... a particularly harsh jolt to polar bears. — Andrew Revkin

And the Buck women found themselves in the novel position of having two healthy, strong men at their bidding. — Sarah Mayberry

Personally, I'd rather have pins stuck in my eyes than endure a conversation with John Kerry, but I'd love to hang with Bush. — Andrew Sullivan

All fate's reasons are human. — Jose Saramago

He looked stunned. "That's not what I - "
"It was," she said, interrupting him. "You acted like a vamp, Michael. Like any vamp getting
back-talked by a human. You could have gotten us hurt. You could have gotten Eve killed!"
Michael looked at Shane, who lifted his shoulders in a tiny, apologetic shrug. "She's not
wrong, bro."
"That's not what it was," Michael insisted. "I was just trying to - look, Eve started it."
"Hey! That thump you heard was me under the bus, there! "
Shane shrugged again. "And now Michael's not wrong. Hey, I like this game. I don't have to
be the wrong one for once in my life."
"Shut up, Shane," Eve snapped. "What about you, Miss Oh, sir, please let my friends go; I'm
such a delicate little flower? What a crock of shit, Claire! — Rachel Caine