Rann Quotes & Sayings

To take each day as a separate page, to be read carefully, savoring all of the details, this is best for me, I think. — Pearl S. Buck

A writer who can't follow submission guidelines is like a pilot without a plane ... ain't gonna get very far! — Jo Linsdell

November arrives in Northern Maine on a cold wind from Canada that knives unfiltered through the thinnest forest, drapes snow along the river banks and over the slope of hills. It's lonely up here, not just in fall and winter but all the time; the weather is gray and hard and the spaces are long and hard, and that north wind blows through every space unmercifully, rattling the syllables out of your sentences sometimes. — Gerard Donovan

However we think about these [long-term] goals, we ought to think about them a lot. They ought to be our touchstone, if only to keep us from being sucked into the quicksand of daily life. — Alfie Kohn

This was his mind, a storehouse, a computer programmed to life, minute by minute, hour by hour, day and night. — Pearl S. Buck

Under the ideal measure of values there lurks the hard cash. — Karl Marx

Now Rann the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free - The herds are shut in byre and hut For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw. Oh, hear the call! - Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law! — Rudyard Kipling

There was no need to hurry that future - yet the length of his own youth pressed upon him. Whatever he was to do next he wanted to begin now. But how to begin and on what? — Pearl S. Buck

Crowds moved wherever he went, across the bridge to Manhattan, in New York, wherever he went, life flowed and eddied, but he was not part of it. — Pearl S. Buck

I wanted to make a cinema of ideas, not plots, and to use the same aesthetics as painting, which has always paid great attention to formal devices of structure, composition and framing. — Peter Greenaway

One pits his wits against apparently inscrutable nature, wooing her with ardor but nature is blind justice who cannot recognize personal identity. — Charles Brenton Huggins

At what point is it acceptable to give up? — Don Lee