Sciottos Quotes & Sayings

Life appears: a complex dampness, destined to an intricate future and charged with secret virtues, capable of challenge and creation. A kind of precarious slime, of surface mildew, in which a ferment is already working. A turbulent, spasmodic sap, a presage and expectation of a new way of being, breaking with mineral perpetuity and boldly exchanging it for the doubtful privilege of being able to tremble, decay, and multiply. — Roger Caillois

So many pleasing episodes of one's life are spoiled by shouting. You never heard of an unhappy marriage unless the neighbors have heard it first. — Lillian Russell

My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of sand and tumbleweed. — Craig Silvey

Anger is one letter short of danger. — Eleanor Roosevelt

Everything was so nutty with Loretta, all her reactions. She used tantrums like most people used sedatives — Damon Suede

Every age has its beautiful moments. — Albert Einstein

My cousin Elroy spent seven years as an IBM taper staring at THINK signs on the walls before he finally got a good idea: He quit. — Edward Abbey

The strategy we need to pursue is one of recovering our time - to push back on our hours of work. We need to form a new alliance between feminist groups, labor unions, child advocates, progressive corporations, and the federal government insofar as it's willing to pursue a family-friendly agenda. — Arlie Russell Hochschild

Coincidence. That's an explanation used by fools and liars. — Lionel

All my life, I've found it difficult to advocate for myself, to ask for what I want. I fear burdening people so much. — Jessica Knoll

Hans nods emphatically, lips pressed together, eyes bright and taunting, like a dog who steals a handkerchief so you will chase — Hilary Mantel

I used to have trouble in front of an audience. I felt uncomfortable. — Robert Goulet

History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes. — Voltaire

Writing takes place in an open playing field with limitless possibilities, most of them terrible. — Scott Gates

I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape. — Jean-Paul Sartre