Scribomaniac Quotes & Sayings

It is a good man who stands up for his friends, but an honorable man who stands up for his enemies. — Violet Haberdasher

[Henry Miller] was such a scribomaniac that even when he lived in the same house as Lawrence Durrell they often exchanged letters. For most of his life, Henry wrote literally dozens of letters a day to people he could have easily engaged in conversation - and did. The writing process, in short, was essential. As it is to all real writers, writing was life and breath to him. He put out words as a tree puts out leaves. — Erica Jong

In the drug war, the enemy is racially defined. The — Michelle Alexander

I did a lot of strange things. But I am a bad Catholic that's for sure. Although I think it's difficult to believe in evil. — Lars Von Trier

If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry. — Richard K. Morgan

I think we tried to make a film [Moon] that was about human beings as opposed to going from one special effects set piece to the next one, which is what a lot of science fiction films these days do. — Duncan Jones

I'm not going to be happy until every child in every school is physically active. — Richard Simmons

For me to do a project - I have a pretty successful solo career, so - for me to even want to do Primus, it had to be a creative step forward. — Les Claypool

A person at peace can immediately recognize a consciousness in crisis, whereas those in crisis cannot fully understand themselves or others. — Bryant McGill

My writing process is very feedback-based. When I do stand-up, I listen to the audience. I try to understand what's connecting, what's not connecting, and then rewrite, rewrite and rewrite. — Mike Birbiglia

We Christians are debtors to all men at all times in all places, but we are so smug to the lostness of men. We've been 'living in Laodicea,' lax, loose, lustful, and lazy. Why is there this criminal indifference to the lostness of men? Our condemnation is that we know how to live better than we are living. — Leonard Ravenhill

He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.
He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars. — Leo Tolstoy