Printistan Quotes & Sayings

The storyline of a fantasy novel is filled with such a sense of enchantment, beauty and strangeness; it allows the writer to explore the big ontological questions of life that would sound like a sermon in a social realist novel. — Kate Forsyth

To my way of thinking the function of the poet is to make us aware of what we know and don't know we know. — William S. Burroughs

I'm my own worst critic and I think everyone in the band is a perfectionist. — Adam Jones

Worse, the perpetuation of this "pseudo-mathematics," this emphasis on the accurate yet mindless manipulation of symbols, creates its own culture and its own set of values. Those — Paul Lockhart

You won't comprehend the vitality of literacy until you marry an illiterate. — Kshitij Shringi

He argues that science cannot provide the means by which to judge whether its technological inventions are good or bad for human beings. To do that, we must know what a good human person is, and science cannot adjudicate morality or define such a thing. — Timothy J. Keller

I'm European. I don't like wearing tops. And I don't like tan lines. — Heidi Klum

I don't do research. I never have. — Ray Bradbury

If you live with dogs, you'll never run out of things to write about. — Sharon Delarose

I care about public perception, yes. I don't care about my enemies' perception. — George Galloway

The best thing about search is you always find what you want. The worst thing about search is you never find what you do not want. — Joshua Cohen

All the suns labor to kindle your flame and a microbe puts it out. — Antonio Porchia

Emma, your granddad's on the line," says Artemis, putting her hand over the receiver. "Something about the night bus and he'll never trust you again? — Sophie Kinsella

[Coleridge] selected an instance of what was called the sublime, in DARWIN, who imagined the creation of the universe to have taken place in a moment, by the explosion of a mass of matter in the womb, or centre of space. In one and the same instant of time, suns and planets shot into systems in every direction, and filled and spangled the illimitable void! He asserted this to be an intolerable degradation -referring, as it were, all the beauty and harmony of nature to something like the bursting of a barrel of gunpowder! that spit its combustible materials into a pock-freckled creation! — Samuel Taylor Coleridge