Stalactites Vs Stalagmites Quotes & Sayings

Being the number one pick was a great opportunity and meant a lot to me. — Delmon Young

I hate that name," Mr. Grey said, walking toward the dragon's head statue. It was taller than he was, formed eerily from the stalactites and stalagmites of the cavern wall. "I wanted to be Mr. Purple. I like purple. — G. Norman Lippert

Throughout the play everything possible was done to show the virtue, innocence and helplessness of the poor, and the abandoned cruelty, the heartless self-indulgence of the rich. — Joyce Cary

One cannot write about Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell without considering the footnotes. The experienced reader is conditioned to see footnotes as dry, as a way of grounding the text in reality. But footnotes are also an intervention, or intrusion into the flow of the text, and Clarke takes advantage of this figuring. In Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, it is in the footnotes that the world of the fantastic slips through to disrupt the meaning or common understanding of the tale told in the main text. The "explanation" they offer is of worlds slipping between each other, of uncontrolled contact with fairy. — Farah Mendlesohn

While early childhood experiences may impel, they do not compel. In the end, evil is a matter of choice. — Andrew Vachss

I see." Her troubled gaze focused on the lock. "And the key would be ... ?"

"Gone," he said. "Lost years ago. Not that it matters none. I once seen His Grace kick in a brick wall 'cause he was in a mood for what lay on the other side. — Patricia Coughlin

Can I resume taking your pants off now?" she asked.
"If I let you, will you wipe that dirty fuckin' look off your face?"
"Maybe."
"Babe, I'm gonna need a guarantee or it's a no-go. I can't be fuckin' some bitch who's looking like she'd rather be doin' laundry. Not sure my man-whorin' ego could take a blow like that. — Madeline Sheehan

Stalactites and stalagmites. — Priscilla Shirer

The canvases which Mr. St. Jones referred to with a paintbrush that was long and slightly bowed: for the most part interiors, or undergrounds, of pocked and craggy holes, rock vaults with mossy floors and slimy walls, or narrow scenic vistas that skinny silver streams squirmed through like sidewinders flipped on their backs, beneath downward grasping tentacles of roots, stalactites dagger-sharp and dangling by threads of stone, stalagmites teetering, all doused, frozen in molten electric white that suggested what a glimpse of hell might be, too beautiful, some still lifes too, great bulbous beets, hoary legumes, giant scallions, white carrots, tomatoes, berries, squash in huge radiant bowls, and portraits, signed by Ionia, of shadows, from which gleamed eyes and teeth and nails and, here and there, a glowing bubble, or scrotum, caught the eye. Near the door a counter clacked but rather quietly. — Douglas Woolf

Graham Greene famously said that all writers need a chip of ice in their heart; Cusk can come across as the most beautiful ice palace of stalactites and stalagmites, and some people find her company, albeit by proxy, about as inviting as a long weekend in a walk-in frigidaire. — Julie Burchill

I moved my studio to Palm Springs 'cause I don't like the idea of going to a studio every day like a job ... I need to make a personal record, so I need to be in a house ... I don't want to be in a studio where people can hear the music 'cause I don't know what it is yet. — Theophilus London