Spentzer Quotes & Sayings

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying. — Francesco Petrarca

You got a life? Live it! Live the motherfuckin life! — Toni Morrison

The point about melody and beat and lyric is that they exist to engage you in a very particular way. They want to occupy your attention. — Brian Eno

Look. All books are weird when you think about it ... It goes without saying that real life is also weird. — Kelly Link

for your marrying beneath us." Mr Bingley was shocked at his daughter's accusation. "Caroline, our money comes from trade. I worked hard, as did your grandfather and great grandfather. We built our wealth from trade. Jane — Melanie Schertz

And here I thought the orgasm came with the coffee. — Wendy Byrne

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months. — Ann Patchett

I am not proposing to replace war with peace. I propose to replace war with a smarter fight. A fight using other instruments, more intelligent instruments to convince people not to use drugs. — Fernando Henrique Cardoso

Whatever your religious persuasion, if you believe that that the universe is governed by benign forces, at some point you have to explain why there is so much suffering, misfortune and misery in the world. — Julian Baggini

Vanity is truly the motive power that moves humanity, and it is flattery that greases the wheels. — St. Jerome

For the record, feminism by definition is: 'The belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities. It is the theory of the political, economic and social equality of the sexes.' — Emma Watson

Life, it now seems, is a stained glass window composed of bits of translucence and opacity - fragments of yesterday, chips of today, pieces of someday, soldered with time. Some jewel-like and whole. Some fractured by the weather. Others fallen from their leaden frames. Only fusion and repair complete the image and allow us to make out the picture. Am I a scale, a harp, a star? A candle, anchor or heart?

And what about tomorrow? — Jan Vallone