Reivan Ft Quotes & Sayings

It's a constant man-ego-check going on in the streets, in this world. — Tupac Shakur

The interest of the dealers, however, in any particular branch of trade or manufactures, is always in some respects different from, and even opposite to, that of the public. To widen the market and to narrow the competition, is always the interest of the dealers. — Adam Smith

Ambition is all very well, my lad, but you must cloak it. — Jonathan Stroud

That is the tragedy of everyday life: when you are in it, you can never see your self clearly. — Jeff VanderMeer

Whoever that hermit was, he obviously despised his fellow man, and that meant he was OK in Eliot's book. — Lev Grossman

I'm my own biggest critic, and the only way I'm going to improve is to see what I was doing wrong. — Chris Bosh

Bear with him as Our Lord bore with His disciples, who gave Him good reason to complain - at least, some of them did. Yet, He allowed them to remain in His company and tried to bring them around gently. — Vincent De Paul

And here I thought the orgasm came with the coffee. — Wendy Byrne

I tried for the longest time to find out what deconstructionism was. Nobody was able to explain it to me clearly. The best answer I got was from a writer, who said, 'Honey, it's bad news for you and me. — Margaret Atwood

Writing is nature's way of letting you know how sloppy your thinking is. — Leslie Lamport

I think that if in your heart, you are seeking out a real puzzle, and you're not looking to frighten anybody, you're not looking to upset anybody, and you're looking to discuss a subject that you yourself went through when you were nine - you just don't remember the difficulties of one's own childhood. — Maurice Sendak

I hit on something I believe when I wrote that I meant to be a Poet and a Poem. It may be that this is the desire of all reading women, as opposed to reading men, who wish to be poets and heroes, but might see the inditing of poetry in our peaceful age, as a sufficiently heroic act. No one wishes a man to be a Poem. That young girl in her muslin was a poem; cousin Ned wrote an execrable sonnet about the chaste sweetness of her face and the intuitive goodness shining in her walk. But now I think -- it might have been better, might it not, to have held on to the desire to be a Poet? — A.S. Byatt