Stalag Quotes & Sayings

The seventies were my fattest decade. Overall I think the seventies were distinctly bulbous. People looked chunky, typefaces were rounded, writing implements penile. — Will Self

If you look at the world with parted lips and a pure heart, and will the good, won't that make a true and beautiful poem? One's heart tells one that it will; and one's heart is wrong. There is no direct road to Parnassus . — Randall Jarrell

This morning from a dewy motorway
I saw the new camp for the internees:
A bomb had left a crater of fresh clay
In the roadside, and over in the trees
Machine-gun posts defined a real stockade.
There was that white mist you get on a low ground
And it was deja-vu, some film made
Of Stalag 17, a bad dream with no sound.
Is there a life before death? That's chalked up
In Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,
Coherent miseries, a bite and sup:
we hug our little destiny again.
-Whatever You Say Say Nothing — Seamus Heaney

Magic is a funny term,' she'd say. 'There is nothing supernatural about the earth. As long as you know what does what. — Suzanne Palmieri

Truly we work and live on a streetful of splendid people, whom we are to love and serve even if they are uninterested in us! — Neal A. Maxwell

Actually," Jayden said, "Not completely unlike the Cloak of Invisibility, although different in that those individuals using these devices wouldn't become completely invisible. Exactly." "So nothing like it," Matthias said. "Moron status secured. — A&E Kirk

What line breaks add to prose prosody is a connection between eye
and ear which emphasizes the nature of the language by ... creating
units of intent and emphasis, and by contouring the meloding pitch
changes in the narrative-line. — Diane Wakoski

It is a simple feat of scientific electrical engineering - only expensive - blind, faint-hearted, doubting world. — Nikola Tesla

For the first time in my life, I felt a gentleness, a softness in the unfolding of each day. — Han Nolan

Shining like a work of art
Hanging on a wall of stars
Are you what I think you are?

You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite

Elevator to the moon
Whistling our favorite tune
Trying to get a closer view

You're my satellite
You're riding with me tonight
Passenger side, lighting the sky
Always the first star that I find
You're my satellite

Maybe you will always be
Just a little out of reach — Guster

She swore vengeance on all men with dark hearts. — Lisa Papademetriou