Ptek Doors Quotes & Sayings

Great things may not change the world, but they will change the people around you — Leanna Renee Hieber

American literature has always been immigrant. — Salman Rushdie

Darcy looked at her sister for a beat, deciding whether or not to tell her about her strange dream. Grace knew more than anyone about the dark secrets of Darcy's life, but not even her sister knew it all. And Darcy wanted to keep it that way. "I — K.J. Emrick

When you turn on the news, they don't say, "Hey, 2 Million kids went to school safely today ... 40,000 flights took place without incident." They don't say that. — Richard Patrick

Washington is, for one thing, the news capital of the world. And for another, it is a company town. Most of the interesting people in Washington either work for the government or write about it. — Sally Quinn

Often, the fact that I haven't done something as a writer is all the reason I need to try it. — Jess Walter

There's so little money in my bank account, my scenic checks show a ghetto. — Phyllis Diller

But there they were. Edward Clark, liar and blackmailer extraordinaire, had a better shot at Frederica Marshall than Viscount Claridge. It was the worst of his damned luck that they happened to be the same person. — Courtney Milan

She lives in the feminist "wishful-thinking world," as the Village Voice called it, dreamed up by creator Amy Sherman Palladino, where single moms raise brilliant daughters and men are nothing more than trifling distractions. I live in a post-feminist world that kicked in after the advent of Gilmore Girls, a place where Maureen Dowd asks Are Men Necessary? and we answer, "Not really." Modern girls may not talk as fast as the Gilmore girls or engage in witty repartee with colorful townsfolk, but as far as female empowerment goes, we're catching up fast. — Jennifer Crusie

The more an artist works the more there is to do. — Ad Reinhardt

Finally, he reached his street. It was quiet, blessedly so, and the only sound was his own groan as he lifted his foot to the first stone step at the entrance to Winstead House. The only sound, that was, until someone whispered his name.
He froze. "Anne?"
A figure stepped out of the shadows, trembling in the night. "Daniel," she said again, and if she said anything more, he did not hear it. He was down the stairs in an instant, and she was in his arms, and for the first time in nearly a week, the world felt steady on its axis. — Julia Quinn