Staghorn Sumac Quotes & Sayings

All novelists must form their personal pacts in some way with the slowness of their craft. There are some who demand of themselves a 'rate of production,' for whom it's a matter of pride to complete, say, a book every year. — Graham Swift

There was a way I could rebel that was not only free of charge, but...all I had to was: nothing. — Tina Horn

Never burn bridges. If it's a faulty bridge then close it off and let it fall on its own. — Gregor Collins

That was desire messing with physics: putting its finger on the record and then slowing it down, making sure you heard every word spoken, and memorized it. — Heather O'Neill

Everybody has some special road of thought along which they travel when they are alone to themselves. And his road of thought is what makes every man what he is. — Zora Neale Hurston

Your eyes are not really windows through which you look out into the world. Your eyes are cameras that send electronic images of the world into you. — Michael A. Singer

Well, if there is a spectrum between ethnic and civic forms of nationalism, which is a rather schematic way of looking at it, all nationalism contains elements of both, but Scotland is very far on the civic end of the spectrum. That is partly because nobody has ever been stupid enough to say that Scotland is an ethnicity in a genetic sense. A kingdom of Scotland existed long before anybody talked of a Scottish people. So that is one thing we have been spared. — Neal Ascherson

If you ever think you have all the answers, it's time to retire. — Donalyn Miller

Live beyond your capability, be an eccentric with focused sincerity. — Debasish Mridha

The worst part of going numb was that it took away everything but this, the smothering need to hurt, to break, to kill, pouring over him like a thick blanket of syrup until he panicked and brought the physical sensations back. — V.E Schwab

Injuries come only from the heart. — Laurence Sterne

Evil things happen, and good things happen, and in neither physics nor religion is there an explanation that makes any kind of sense. When the world decides to hurt, there's no way around it, no magical words that will save the day or turn back time and bring the dead to life. There's no such thing as fate, or, wickedness, or girls who can be princesses and girls who can't. There's only person, and we all do the best we can. — Aubrey Rose

Fat man, tall man, big dick, small, ain't nobody gonna have it all, he mumbled, snickering to himself. — Ethan Day

Tanya Ward Goodman, writing with a big heart, clear eyes, and a light touch, allows us a privileged glimpse into the shabby, enchanted world of traveling carnivals, roadside attractions, and a beloved, eccentric father's descent into Alzheimers. Just as her dad animated the handcarved, miniature western world of Tinkertown from coat hangers, inner tubes and old sewing machine motors, Tanya Ward Goodman has fashioned her complex and often hilarious memories into a beguiling, wry, and moving work of art. — Michelle Huneven