Poindexters Quotes & Sayings

Usher - threadbare — Herman Melville

In a world of growing food demand, Africa is home to two-thirds of the world's unexploited arable land. — Mo Ibrahim

although we move forward through a story, the entire story is already complete - we hold it in our hands. In this sense, fiction, the great life-giver, also kills, not just because people often die in novels and stories but, more important, because, even if they don't die, they have already happened. Fictional form is always a kind of death, in the way that Blanchot described actual life. "Was. We say he is, then suddenly he was, this terrible was." That is the narrator of Thomas Bernhard's novel "The Loser," describing his friend Wertheimer, who has committed suicide. But it might also describe the tense in which we encounter most fictional lives: we say, "She was," not "She is." He left the house, she rubbed her neck, she put down her book and went to sleep. — James Wood

A romantic kiss is the perfect fusion of science and mythology--the scientific account of the biochemistry of saliva and the countless muscles and nerves involved on one side, and the mythic actual experience of the kiss on the other. — Vic Cavalli

Thinking can change through the pronunciation of the word of God in your life , because it contains enough strength and energy to change your sub-consciousness — Sunday Adelaja

She slipped off the lid and took out a little hourglass hanging on a silver pivot from a black ribbon, its belly full of twinkling black sand.
"Oh, it's beautiful!"
"You like it."
Her guardian, the antiquarian, who invested every colour, gemstone, beast, and planet with arcane and symbolic meaning, would likely give her a lecture on saturnine influences. Blanche decided not to care. "Yes, I do. — Suzannah Rowntree

Part of him wanted to weep ... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking. — Stephen R. Donaldson

It's okay," I say-perhaps the biggest lie of all. But it's one of those things you do. You say something like "It's okay" not because it is, in fact, okay, but because you're hoping these words will somehow make it okay. Even though they never, ever do. — David Levithan

I've only been to Ireland once, and I felt I would wake up with voices in my head, almost like music, and that if I were a songwriter, I would be very inspired. — Morrissey

To be more precise it was the color of heartache. — Susanna Clarke

She was soothing chaos. Like that first taste of anesthesia, before you lost your senses. Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you. I really couldn't decide which. The verdict was definitely still out on that. — R.K. Lilley