Pompeo Fish Quotes & Sayings

The sword was called Kaledvoulc'h, which means hard lightning, though Igraine prefers to call it Excaliber, and I shall call it so as well because Arthur never cared what name his longsword carried. Nor, did he care about his childhood, for certainly I never heard him speak of it. I once questioned him about his early days and he would not answer. "What is the egg to the eagle?" he asked me, then said that he had been born, he had lived, and he had become a soldier, and that was all I needed to know. — Bernard Cornwell

When I met my wife 20 plus years ago, she was a vegetarian, so I was the closest thing to the devil that she had ever met. — Michael Symon

I feel the matter of my heart being transformed, metallized, in an optimism of steel. — Filippo Tommaso Marinetti

I don't like to go out to parties or clubbing, and I kind of like my anonymity. — Matthew Morrison

I basically look at PR as something you do if there's an object in mind. But my ego doesn't need it. — Nolan Bushnell

Do you wake up in the morning and first thing, centre yourself by looking at your palms together? Thereby have a nice day. — Swami Veda Bharati

When you wanna do something and that little impulse goes off in your brain and says "Ooh, don't do it!", you gotta go for it. That's how you're gonna be the person you wanna be. — Lady Gaga

It helps to know from a very early age what you want to do. From the time I was five years old, I wanted to be a writer, even though I couldn't even read. It was mainly because I thought of my father as a writer. — Tom Wolfe

spills of mire I swallowed inside the tower — Paul Celan

Ingrid deserved better than selfish kisses and an empty, hopeless future. Even if the Dispossessed allowed it, she deserved to be more than Luc's human obsession. He would end it, cut himself off from her. He could better protect her then. That was all Luc was. It was all he could ever be. Her watchman. Her guardian.

Her gargoyle. — Page Morgan

My new friend," she said. "I met him at the farmers' market."
Friend? Now there was some code. Suddenly, I realized why Patricia [his grandma] had sex on her mind, and then, just as suddenly, I had this whole new batch of unwanted images and thoughts.
"So what do you think, hon? Saturday night, maybe?" Patricia asked my back.
I leaned farther into the refrigerator. "Uhhh..." Milk, orange juice, pickles, mustard, canola oil, cream cheese, my grandmother having sex, please God, make it stop--
Hon? — Lisa Papademetriou

Send me all the advice you like. I'll use as much as I can. — Louisa May Alcott