Streichen Mit Quotes & Sayings

Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober. — James Thurber

The press always ends up being much nicer than I expect. A lot of times they say something snarky about you, but then you meet them in person and they couldn't be nicer. — Josh Schwartz

It is not with low prices-but on the contrary-it is with improved quality we cannot only hold the market, but improve it. — Hans Wilsdorf

Whatever they do, criminals and non-criminals act in particular ways. Some writers, for instance, use computers, others pen and paper. Some write in the morning, some at night. Each writer has a distinct style, with variations in grammar, sentence structure, and voice. — Ronald Kessler

The American creationist movement has entirely bypassed the scientific forum and has concentrated instead on political lobbying and on taking its case to a fair-minded electorate ... The reason for this strategy is overwhelmingly apparent: no scientific case can be made for the theories they advance. — Kenneth R. Miller

My neighbours porch light flickered on. My eyes darted down the street.
"Can we go inside before someone calls the police?" I asked.
"I am the police," Nathan reminded me. — Elicia Hyder

This morning I deleted the hyphen from "hell-bound" and made it one word; this afternoon I redivided it and restored the hyphen. — Edwin Arlington Robinson

You don't know what it's like! Hyperactive twins! When they turned three, my doctor prescribed Ritalin
I wouldn't dream of giving a drug to my children, but it does help when I take it myself. — Jane Wagner

A subtle chain of countless rings The next unto the farthest brings; The eye reads omens where it goes, And speaks all languages the rose; And, striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Greatest sin of man kind: neglect to use his greatest asset. — Napoleon Hill

Leopold did not have to touch it to know to whom it belonged. It was as familiar as his own palm. It was his rosary, lost when he fell from the train. He closed his eyes. Look how far I have fallen, my Lord . . . He remembered Bernard so bowed by sorrow, so stricken by grief. Over me . . . a traitor. — James Rollins

Five hundred words a day is what I aim for. And I don't go on to the next chapter until I've polished and polished and polished the one I'm working on. — Elinor Lipman