Slastice Simic Quotes & Sayings

The fact is, we are leaky vessels, and we have to keep right under the fountain all the time to keep full of Christ, and so have fresh supply. — Dwight L. Moody

Find something that is a happy, healthy alternative to hurting yourself, as opposed to taking a razor blade to yourself because at the end of the day, you're only hurting the most important person in the world and that's you. And you don't want to hurt that person. — Andy Biersack

George Orwell famously described international sport as 'war minus the shooting'. But for all Orwell's greatness as a thinker, this was one of his least felicitous lines, analogous to 'murder minus the death' or 'life minus the breathing'. — Gideon Haigh

Everyone says I remind them of a moose,just because my nose is so big. — Genevieve Cortese

The balance of power shifts on the Internet to the individual. This is a two-way medium. — Jason Calacanis

I don't think I write differently when I'm writing a screenplay, as opposed to a stage play or a teleplay. Maybe if I were in a film class and there was time to think about it, we could point out differences. — Aaron Sorkin

Why should we be indignant about slanders directed against a human friend, while at the same time we are patient about the basest slanders directed against our God? — J. Gresham Machen

Men who think much want to speak often, — Anthony Trollope

From Shane's Point of View:
Jester talking to Shane:
"What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend?" Jester laughed. "She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her."
Myrnin.
"Shut up," I said, and kicked him in the face. — Rachel Caine

pick pocketed your own pocket — Brian Manning

Alright, listen up. I'm supposed to give you some fatherly and wise advice at this time in your life. Listen up, if you're wondering if a boy's thinking about you, he's not. He's thinking about sex, or he's hungry: those are the only two options. — Eric Taylor

Welcome to Chicago. This town stinks like a whorehouse at low tide. — David Mamet