Pleistocene Wolf Quotes & Sayings

Do you know my biggest regret?" She asks. "That you turned into this bright, beautiful, fascinating person ... and I can't take credit for any of it. — Stephanie Perkins

Working is hard. Living is hard. Being a grownup sucks. I want money. — Belle Aurora

One of my heroes, G.K. Chesterton, said, "The old fairy tales endure forever. The old fairy tale makes the hero a normal human boy; it is his adventures that are startling; they startle him because he is normal." Discovering that the modern world can still contain the wonder and strangeness of a fairy tale is part of what my novels are about. — Regina Doman

Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess — Bram Stoker

When you accept Islam, you don't cease to be the person you were before in your identity and culture,' he told me. 'The only thing that Islam does is make you stronger in your identity in terms of actualising your personality, and in understanding who you are, what you're supposed to do and what the purpose and meaning of your life is. — Kristiane Backer

We tremble on the cusp of half-remembered prophecies, of wonders and terrors that no man now living could hope to comprehend — George R R Martin

There is no other definition of socialism valid for us than that of the abolition of the exploitation of man by man. — Ernesto Che Guevara

What shall we think of a government to which all the truly brave and just men in the land are enemies, standing between it and those whom it oppresses? A government that pretends to be Christian and crucifies a million Christs every day! — Henry David Thoreau

I used to practice cello while watching TV and films. I watched several complete TV series this way, including 'Lost' and 'The Wire.' As a kid, I'd read books while playing. — Joshua Roman

There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker. — Neil Gaiman