Snelled Quotes & Sayings

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries. — Stephen King

I wish my father had lived longer. He died when I was 18. — Rory Bremner

Kiwi thought back to his first weeks, when insults had been impossible for him. One time he'd called Deemer a troglodyte but his delivery had been tentative and way, way too slow, as if the insult were a fork tenderly entering a steak. — Karen Russell

From the sense of being an ambassador for Jesus Christ, hopefully, through my story and through all the improbables and the miracles that happened in my life, people are inspired or at least a little bit warmer to the idea of exploring who Jesus is. — Jeremy Lin

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. ("Mad House") — Richard Matheson

Thus you may understand that love alone
is the true seed of every merit in you,
and of all acts for which you must atone. — Dante Alighieri

By using novels, I show ordinary kids confronting and overcoming great odds. — Lurlene McDaniel

Accuracy of language is one of the bulwarks of truth. — Anna Jameson

It may be that at some time in the dim future of the race the need for war will vanish: but that time is yet ages distant. As yet no nation can hold its place in the world, or can do any work really worth doing, unless it stands ready to guard its right with an armed hand. — Theodore Roosevelt

Nikki looks at me, confused. "What's wrong?"
I've got a gun stashed in my closet. "Nothin'. — Simone Elkeles

Every SEED contains a Tree.No seed no harvest, no sowing no reaping, if u talk of day is 'cos there is nite. Seed-time comes before harvest. — Ikechukwu Joseph

I think ad networks is an ongoing story. Federated was a chapter in that story, and it continues to write a new one. — John Battelle

... but it is better to learn wisdom late than never to learn it at all. — Arthur Conan Doyle

He attempted to distract his thoughts from the events that were overwhelming him by going over his papers. These were the sum total of his literary output over the last fifteen years. In the early days he had harbored an inflated idea as to the merit of his work and had even enjoyed publication in magazines that nobody read. It was only later that he discovered he preferred to write for himself alone and not for the dubious pleasure of seeing his strange works in print. He liked to dream over them, writing only when inspiration came to him, which was infrequently, and the half-formed pieces and the false starts were either destroyed or subsumed into longer writings - of which there were few. He enjoyed destroying the work that did not satisfy him. Sometimes he even wondered if he actually wrote just so he could obliterate the results. — Mark Samuels

Death is never polite, even when we expect it. — Tiny Tim