Polearm Mastery Quotes & Sayings

I never watch comedies they suck if something sucks it sucks there isn't doubt about it. — Deyth Banger

I hated Nick for being surprised when I became me. I hated him for not knowing it had to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbatory men, semen-fingered and self-satisfied. He truly seemed astonished when I asked him to listen to me. — Gillian Flynn

Learning a language represents training in the delusions of that language. — Frank Herbert

I can write most places. I particularly like writing on trains. Being between places is quite liberating, and looking out of the window, watching a procession of landscapes and random-ish objects, is very good for stories. — Susanna Clarke

I don't really see myself getting a Twitter account. Nothing against it. I get it. I especially get it for businesses. — Derek Jeter

Remarks are not literature. — Gertrude Stein

The past and the future (considered apart from the consequences of their content) are empty as a dream, and the present is only the indivisible and unenduring boundary between them. — Arthur Schopenhauer

By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it. — Mason Cooley

You should welcome pain; it is the greatest motivator in life. — Tanner Di Bella

To the bunch at Ryan's Tavern who still quite justifiably blame the boss rather than themselves. — Richard Fitzgerald

And New York City is details too... It's full of people who have no idea they're really just art to other passersby. There are probably thousands of them who head home feeling worthless, like failures, never fully knowing the impact they made on a complete stranger just by walking out to face the world that day. Never fully knowing they were the beautiful spot in someone else's ordinary day. — Hannah Brencher

He who knows what best to omit is the best teacher. — Otto Neurath

There was a letter, tucked among the pictures. It was addressed to Santa Claus and written in blue crayon. The jerky letters danced across the page. He wanted a bike, he said, or a puppy, and promised to be good. It was signed, and he had added his age. Four.
I do not know why, but as I read it, my world seemed to collapse. Grief exploded in my chest like a grenade. I had been feeling calm - not happy, not even resigned, but calm - and that serenity vanished, as if vaporized. Beneath it, I was raw. — S.J. Watson