Staebell Humidor Quotes & Sayings

I might be in the basement. I'll go upstairs and check. — M.C. Escher

The trick to finding writing time, then, is to write from love and not with an eye to product. — Julia Cameron

Ku'shalah aiyah to nei."- Bid me yes or no. — C.L. Wilson

I had the phone in my hand all set to dial when Drew had finally decided to tell me that he pooped in the litter box a few times to see what it was like. — Tara Sivec

It doesn't matter what we think we are there [in Afghanistan] for; it matters what they think. They think we are invaders. — Gwynne Dyer

Not believing has a sickness which is believing a little. — Antonio Porchia

The monotonous mechanical drone is swallowed up in the silence of the room, like a vivid dream ripped out by the hand of nothingness. — Haruki Murakami

Sometimes the single-syllable conversations are the most important ones. — Thea Harrison

The problem with the standard American diet, a primary cause of our current obesity epidemic, is the fact that the majority of foods consumed are high in calories and low in micronutrients. — Joel Fuhrman

It worked! It fucking worked! We've got to help the Goldbrows, shithead. Get up! Get up!" He hauls me to my feet and shoves my razor back into my hand, rushing into the holopit, howling the hideous battle cry we made as children among the frozen pines. "I'm going to kill you, Aja! I'm going to kill you in your face!" "It's Barca!" the Jackal screams from the ground. "Barca's alive!" On — Pierce Brown

For Metafiction, in its ascendant and most important phases, was really nothing more than a single-order expansion of its own great theoretical nemisis, Realism: if realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see. — David Foster Wallace

Casa de Campo has got beaches the way the rest of the Island has got problems. These, though, have no merengue, no little kids, nobody trying to sell you chicharrones, and there's a massive melanin deficit in evidence. Every fifty feet there's at least one Eurofuck beached out on a towel like some scary pale monster that the sea's vomited up. — Junot Diaz