Sitaram Jindal Foundation Quotes & Sayings

he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids. — Marly Youmans

The electronic age has broadened the horizons of magical fraud to an astonishing degree. Faerie gold can be used for more than just party tricks; it works pretty well on the stock market, for example, where money's an illusion anyway. — Seanan McGuire

We just planted our 21st church. — Johnny Hunt

Love is very powerful, but it has limits and it's a costly mistake to spread it too thin. — Tom Robbins

Science knows no country because it is the light that iluminates the world — Louis Pasteur

The only time I'm miserable is when I can't keep an instrument in tune. — Steve Vai

They buried him in dirt that smelled like broken batteries, and crouched in a fiberglass shed while the acid rain poured down to dissolve his flesh and bleach his bones. — Dan Wells

But the best stories were about their mother, how her hair was as red as blood, how she had seventy-four freckles on her face, how she was a ferryboat captain's daughter who believed that people could fly. — Alice Hoffman

No ... it never takes your breath away, telling you things you already know, laying everything out flat, as though the terms and the time, and the nature and the movement of everything were secrets of the same magnitude. They write for people who read with the surface of their minds, people with reading habits that make the smallest demands of them, people brought up reading for facts, who know what's going to come next and want to know what's coming next, and get angry at surprises. Clarity's essential, and detail, no fake mysticism, the facts are bad enough. But we're embarrassed for people who tell too much, and tell it without surprise. How does he know what happened, unless it's one unshaven man alone in a boat, changing I to he, and how often do you get a man alone in a boat, in all this ... all this ... — William Gaddis

The silence joined the words we always left unspoken. Circling around and around until I was sure, the quiet would slice me open.-Lo Preston-The Wild Hunt — Ashley Jeffery

After one year all that will remain of the car is a vague outline. Trees, stop signs, people, and books grow old, crumble and disappear inside our habits. — Michael W. Clune