Shaburaj Quotes & Sayings

The great novel of twentieth-century New York might be the Daily News. — Pete Hamill

When an untoward event occurs in your life, react to it without haste or passion. — Joe Hyams

War changes everything. The world is never the same after a war. Any war. There are holes ... missing parts ... The best you can do is pick up the pieces that are left and start to build again. It'll never be the way it was before.
Vernon Kraft from The Ragtime Coven (coming later this year!) — Bruce Jenvey

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath. — Jodi Picoult

He looked like someone trying to sell something for less than it was worth. — Ramona Ausubel

How far must you go to gain respect? Um ...
Well, it's kind of simple: just remain your own.
Or you'll be crazy sad and alone. — Q-Tip

You don't need to travel far to make people happy. When you make people nearer to you happy, people farther away from you will surely come. Keep doing it! — Israelmore Ayivor

See how time makes all grief decay. — Adelaide Anne Procter

It's funny. Some people remember that a lot more than I do. I remember certain parts of it, and if everybody who mentioned that to me had been to the game who said they were at the game, there'd be 800,000 people at that game, I think. — Carlton Fisk

Could see or hear. That was what Alai had given him; a gift so sacred that even Ender could not be allowed — Orson Scott Card

Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. 'He might tell me how my story ends,' he murmured.
Meggie looked at him in astonishment. 'You mean you don't know?'
Dustfinger smiled. Meggie still didn't particularly like his smile. It seemed to appear only to hide something else. 'What's so unusual about that, princess?' he asked quietly. 'Do you know how your story ends?'
Meggie had no answer for that. — Cornelia Funke

Fuckity ... Shit ... Fuck! — Samantha Young

A bosom friend - an intimate friend, you know - a really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul. — Lucy Maud Montgomery

Nature is a language, Can't you read? — The Smiths