Riktig God Quotes & Sayings

There's something uniquely exhilarating about puzzling together the truth at the hands of an unreliable narrator. — Maria Semple

One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out. — Anne Sexton

The fog, which Meg knew from her father wasn't fog at all, but low-lying clouds, began to burn off as the morning sun continued its climb through a blue-gray sky. The Golden Gate Bridge came into focus right before her eyes through a cloud that caressed the crimson metal into view. — Tracy Ewens

My characters are all "just people" - people you might know - and the things that happen are things that anybody might do if they lived on a freighter that spent most of its time in the Deep Dark. — Nathan Lowell

We are responsible for actions performed in response to circumstances for which we are not responsible. — Allan Massie

The old woman had an old dog, but he hardly counted any more. He was so old that he looked like a stuffed dog. Once I took him for a walk down to the store. It was just like taking a stuffed dog for a walk. I tied him up to a stuffed fire hydrant and he pissed on it, but it was only stuffed piss. — Richard Brautigan

I'm very proud of Soviet aesthetics. — Dasha Zhukova

I put confidence in the American people, in their ability to sort through what is fair and what is unfair, what is ugly and what is unugly. — George H. W. Bush

Her breathing deepens and that's when I know she's asleep. But her fingers are still curled in mine and I want it to mean so much more than it does. The only problem is that I can't tell if her hand in mine is the lifeline I've been waiting for, or the anchor that'll drag me to the bottom and drown me. — Jamie Howard

The end of the world is on people's minds. We have the power to destroy or save ourselves, but the question is what do you do with that responsibility. — Nicolas Cage

I sprayed scent like a saga a little too anxiously, left the porridge burnt at the bottom of the pot that morning: oats. Now I am swimming for my life while my sister in another city reaches for her umbrella next to her front door. I can smell the rosemary chicken but I don't want any feasts. — Abigail George