Rontell Quotes & Sayings

I live one day at a time, one day at a time. Yesterday's gone and tomorrow is blind, so I live one day at a time. — Willie Nelson

Before you can achieve success in the higher and broader sense you must gain such thorough control over yourself that you will be a person of poise. — Napoleon Hill

Distributed intelligence is the key to the advancement of human civilization. Dictatorships, communist countries, monarchies in the past all eventually collapsed because of their inefficiency in moving information. — Al Gore

Who suffers more, the gentleman in the badly tied cravat or those who must look upon him? — Gail Carriger

An early victory is better than a late one. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I write every day weekdays for about 5 hours, mostly longhand on legal pads. It has gotten neither harder nor easier, sadly or happily. — Daniel Handler

The one thing a lifetime in the newspaper business teaches you is pace - you spend all your time trying to make sure that the reader's going to finish what you're writing. — Carl Hiaasen

If I can't even accurately judge the people closest to me, then I can't trust anyone. Ever. I hate them for taking that away from me. Now, no matter who comes into my life after this, I'll always be skeptical. — Colleen Hoover

I don't think anything's underground anymore. And I think that's a good thing. Everything is up for grabs. — Colin Greenwood

Protecting the rights of service members was an important part of my work as Assistant Attorney General for Civil Rights. — Thomas Perez

And just as I was climbing into that first-class seat, and wrapping myself in a blanket, just as I was adjusting my pillow behind my head, and having a sip of that champagne, and just as I was bringing down and adjusting my Thai purple sleep mask, I had an inkling. I had a flash. I suddenly thought I knew what it was that had killed Marilyn Monroe. — Spalding Gray

The trick is not to look back, but keep on expressing where I'm at now. It's challenging to create something new, so it's crucial to dwell in the present moment. — Eric Drooker

Then she did see it there - just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasn't a mask, it couldn't be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasn't a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher's knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.
And her head. — Robert Bloch