Rimbauds Roost Quotes & Sayings

Libraries are magical places. There's nothing quite like strolling the hushed aisles, letting your eye rove along dimly lit shelves. Each spine, each title, seems to beckon with a promise of incredible wonders, surprises, and adventures. — John Jakes

I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts. — Oliver Goldsmith

We became acutely aware of the profound healing that is needed in our species. We knew with conviction that what we were doing, as women and men together, was confronting the cultural dynamics that are killing us all- killing women and men, killing our children, killing the planet. — William Keepin

Bring us together again. — Richard M. Nixon

Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon had still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?"
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop out. "See what? — Cassandra Clare

Each time she applied her lip gloss, she imagined another fleet of brain cells dying a horrible death. — Michael Buckley

I'm really white trash. — George Clooney

I'd like to learn French well enough to write in that language. — Stephen King

Poetry is practically the only intellectual pursuit which we can be positive was highly developed and much practiced in pre-Islamic Arabia. It seems certain that the Arabic word for poet, shair, meant originally "one who knows," and the word for poetry, shir, "knowledge". — Franz Rosenthal

Not one death but many,
not accumulation but change, the feed-back proves, the feed-back is
the law — Charles Olson

We can't all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers. — Bernard Malamud

One might have thought the world would stop ascribing moral equivalence between acts of terrorism and acts of punishing terrorism. It has not happened that way. — Theodore Bikel

Interface, of the resonant interval as 'where the action is', whether chemical, psychic or social, involves touch. — Marshall McLuhan

No one else should see him like that, ever. Not my Rue. And he was mine, as much as I was his. I knew that now, just from the way he looked at me after I kissed him. Everything I felt for him, every ounce of yearning and desire and need, had shone out of his eyes as he stared up at me. And I knew right then, I knew ... he belonged to me. — Piper Vaughn

Boris has just given me a summary of his views. He is a weather prophet. The weather will continue bad, he says. There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves. The hero, then, is not Time, but Timelessness. We must get in step, a lock step, toward the prison of death. There is no escape. The weather will not change. — Henry Miller