Phoenix Sylvia Townsend Warner Quotes & Sayings

A lesson that is never learned can never be too often taught. — Seneca The Younger

Simon rolled his eyes. Apparently, all Shadowhunter dudes were underwear models, including his new roommate. His life was a joke. Julie seemed — Cassandra Clare

I want to be remembered as the guy who gave his all whenever he was on the field. — Walter Payton

Don Raimondo tells me what he can't tell them. "The emptiness on the surface of a wall left by a sold bookshelf is the deepest I know. I take away with me the banished books, I give them a second life. Like the second coat in painting, used for finishing, a book's second life is its best." He's rescued the library of a lover of American literature. — Erri De Luca

Genealogists live in the past lane. — Jimi Hendrix

The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself. — Mignon McLaughlin

I think I can say, and say with pride, that we have some legislatures that bring higher prices than any in the world. — Mark Twain

They told me I'd have to be there for the entire shooting of the movie which was two and a half months and again, I was surprised. Most movies I'd worked on before took only a day or so, so I realized this was a pretty big deal. I got to the set and was involved in a very integral way, which was a fun experience to be a part of. — Mike Vallely

Normal, nice people don't become writers. — Paul Theroux

Recognizing who you are is not the subtext of a life. It's the main point. — Kiana Davenport

I think that what I'm interested with is the creative side of music-making, rather than all the travelling. — Michael Giles

me. "I don't know you," Edward said. "I came in just after you left," Simon said. "Simon?" Edward made the name a question, and the big man seemed to understand what was being asked. "As in whatever the fuck Simon says, you damn well better do." How colorful, I thought, but didn't say out loud. — Laurell K. Hamilton

I smile as I begin to unwrap the item, so I can press the sweet concoction against my tongue. Just as I taste the frozen sugar-water, the driver's side door opens and a cold wind blasts into the car. I shiver. "Dammit. I should have thought of something warm, instead. I wish hot chocolate could be converted into a weapon for self-mutilation... — Loretta Lost

As the sun began to rise, the man reached out to the woman, and they clasped hands. He cradled her, and languidly they lifted themselves up to their feet, their bodies brushing, their eyes lost in each other's. Sensuously, deliberately, they danced, moving as though they were one, their body language smooth as their limbs carefully unfolded. They twirled and rocked, intertwined and separated, nearly leaning onto one another but barely touching, their movements sometimes tender, sometimes almost violent ... Moments passed while the dancers held tight to each other, as though their bodies were melting together. The expression on their features as they lifted their faces to the sky was one of unimaginable joy. — Hannah Fielding