Salvy Sousa Quotes & Sayings

I spent the first twenty years of my writing career preparing for the mystery genre, which is my favorite literary form. — Sue Grafton

Destroy desire completely for the present. For if you desire anything which is not in our power, you must be unfortunate — Epictetus

Death ready stands to interpose his dart. — John Milton

That lucky fucking inanimate animal. "I want to grow up to be a stuffed crocodile. — Lauren Blakely

It's very hard, for example, to justify the thirty-four-year occupation of the West Bank and Gaza. It's very hard to justify 140 Israeli settlements and roughly 400,000 settlers. — Edward Said

Show me your talents and I'll show you your net worth. — Matshona Dhliwayo

My philosophy is that once you get people compelled enough to sit down and play the game, the whole way you make the game successful is by giving them enough unique ways to do things. First, let them deal with pulling levers and things like that for a while. Then after they've mastered that, you give them something else to do, like getting through doorways by blasting them down with a cannon Next, you give them a monster-finding quest, followed by logic problems to figure out. You pace it that way. Assorted activities and the diversity of activities are what makes a game rich in my mind. — Richard Garriott

He had, in fact, got everything from the church and Sunday School, except, perhaps, any longing whatever for decency and kindness and reason — Sinclair Lewis

Every generation deals with the breaking down of its tradition, and I think that they rediscovered the film. — Norman Jewison

He squeezes my hand, though he's silent for a moment. The baby was a part of us. It always hurts when you lose a part of yourself. — Cassia Leo

I think of all the things I will miss. I think about coffee, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting, Little Women, and Channing Tatum. Oh, how I will miss Channing Tatum. — Kimberly Russell

Souls, like rays of light, exist in perfect, parallel equality, always. But for when infinitely short a time they pass through the rough and delaying mechanism of life, they separate and disentangle, encountering different obstacles, traveling at different rates, like light refracted by the friction of things in its path. Emerging on the other side, they run together once more, in perfection. For the short and difficult span when confounded by matter and time they are made unequal, they try to bind together as they always were and eventually will be. The impulse to do so is called love. The extend to which they exceed is called justice. And the energy lost in the effort is called sacriface. On the infinite scale of things, this life is to a spark what a spark is to all the time man can imagine, but still, like a sudden rapids or bend in the river, it is that to which the eye of God may be drawn from time to time out of interest in happenstance. — Mark Helprin