Potlucks At Work Quotes & Sayings

It's an ethical pact I've made with myself and with the reader - not to invent. And when I can't remember, I say I can't remember. I'm just appalled by the memoirs published by people who regurgitate dialogue, conversations from when they were small children, and they go on for three or four pages. I can't even remember what we said to each other ten minutes ago! How can I remember what was said sixty years ago? It's not possible. — Paul Auster

My manager is definitely a mentor as well as Usher. — Justin Bieber

New Yorkers are nice about giving you street directions; in fact, they seem quite proud of knowing where they are themselves. — Katharine Brush

It was kind of sort of the heavens opened up and I realized that Bach, at least, you know - out of all the classical music - needs to be a big part of my life. — Chris Thile

If that God for whom you blindly kill made us in his image, each bullet in my wife's body will have been a wound in his heart. — Antoine Leiris

Four small flames ignite and illuminate our faces and chests, revealing expressions that are part wonder, part fear, and part feeling stupid. — Kendare Blake

A man screaming is not a dancing bear. Life is not a spectacle. — Aime Cesaire

When your dreams get fulfilled in dreams, wouldn't you rather skip reality? — Nico J. Genes

I get emotionally attached with every film I do, and that stops me from being critical. I can't fight my emotions. — Dhanush

He paid the check and I objected. Alex was a waiter and, for better or worse, I was pretty sure I made quite a lot more than he did. But I didn't press the issue because my objection was met with an insulted glare and stony silence.
Usually I don't dispute or offer to go halfsies. Maybe I'm old-fashioned, maybe it's because my father brainwashed me, or maybe I'm a free-loading cow who is a blight on feminist principles, but I typically staunchly believe the man should pay for dinner, especially if it's early in the relationship. — Penny Reid

Often regret is very false and displaced, and imagines the past to be totally other than it was. — John O'Donohue

My grandmother lived a remarkable life. She watched her nation fall to pieces; and even when she became collateral damage, she believed in the power of the human spirit. She gave when she had nothing; she fought when she could barely stand; she clung to tomorrow when she couldn't find footing on the rock ledge of yesterday. She was a chameleon, slipping into the personae of a privileged young girl, a frightened teen, a dreamy novelist, a proud prisoner, an army wife, a mother hen. She became whomever she needed to be to survive, but she never let anyone else define her.
By anyone's account, her existence had been full, rich, important - even if she chose not to shout about her past, but rather to keep it hidden. It had been nobody's business but her own; it was still nobody's business. — Jodi Picoult