Strenko Quotes & Sayings

When the press and problems of humanity become too much, I love to escape into books, where people are served up in digestible portions and can be pushed to one side when one is satiated. — Jane Wilson-Howarth

There's something about an American soldier you can't explain. They're so grateful for anything, even a film actress coming to see them. — Marlene Dietrich

Good writing is often about letting go of fear and affectation. — Stephen King

You must try to match your colors as nearly as you can to those you see before you, and you must study the effects of light and shade on nature's own hues and tints. — William Merritt Chase

We're all under the streetlamps, everyone's the color of day-old piss. When I'm fifty, this is how I'll remember my friends: tired and yellow and drunk. — Junot Diaz

the lights shining off it that only days ago seemed to dance across the sky, but now glared at her in mocking winks. — Ella Frank

Any time we would talk to another VC, our investors would talk him out of it: 'This is not a good company' ... So we were really stuck with our existing investors for the next round. — Sabeer Bhatia

Wayne held back a smile, tucking it into his pocket for later use. — Brandon Sanderson

Living true to your ideal self may seem impossible but if you work hard on it, you can see it is achievable. — Auliq Ice

Then there were the negatives. How he missed negatives. They were the actual rays of light, bounced straight off a landscape, an object, a person, and scarred on to the film. Photographic negatives were the hardest evidence you could get of your memories. They were the char left by the fire, the bruise left on your skin. The same light that carried to your eyes, on the day of your photograph, that image of your mother, or your father, or your close friend, had recorded itself on the film. And now, staring at the photo on the wall of Ida's transparent toes against the bed sheets, he thought how similar her feet were to negatives: both subjects of that half-world between memory and the present. These were not real, flexible, treading toes, but a play of light that showed where toes had been. — Ali Shaw

Your masters at Oxford have taught you to idolize reason, drying up the prophetic capacities of your heart! — Umberto Eco