Schmidhofer Skier Quotes & Sayings

Don't go chasing after the grand theme, the idea, I told my students, as if it is separate from the story itself. The idea or ideas behind the story must come to you through the experience of the novel and not as something tacked onto it. — Azar Nafisi

Quiet Days, they look at you, and you will become one with the holy river - nature forms a symbiotic relationship - absolute infinity, truly found, in harmonious caressing arms. — Kristian Goldmund Aumann

The last time money left the art world, intrepid types maxed out their credit cards and opened galleries, and a few of them have become the best in the world. — Jerry Saltz

Carbon dioxide is unusual because it doesn't go through the usual three phases of matter, from solid to liquid to gas, but it goes straight from solid to gas. The volume of the gas is much greater than the volume of the solid. When a solid turns into a gas, we say it sublimes. The process is sublimation. — Robert Winston

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one. — Terry Pratchett

Do we get only one?" William asked.
"Ambitious lad," Solon said. "Well, why should there be a limit? One quirk is a miracle, but don't let me stand in your way. Quirk out as much as you like. — Lauren Kate

As an actress I take roles I find interesting. — Emma Watson

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Small changes can make huge destination differences. — Sean Covey

If you trust, I'm the Truth. — Himanshu Chhabra

The end move in politics is always to pick up a gun. — R. Buckminster Fuller

All I can say is it's improper to criticize someone 30 years later. — Bobby Clarke

As a developing musician, skiffle became a platform for me to start playing music. — Van Morrison

This Son is a god who walked, a pedestrian god - and in a hot place, at that - with a stride like any human stride, the sandal reaching just above the rocks along the way; and when He splurged on transportation, it was a regular donkey. This Son is a god who died in three hours, with moans, gasps and laments. What kind of a god is that? What is there to inspire in this Son? Love, said Father Martin. — Yann Martel