Svojtka Samolepky Quotes & Sayings

An evil brute grows strong and now is on the verge of crossing over from the island to the world you know. His name is Hubal, and his strength grows as your world's lightness folds. — Soroosh Shahrivar

There's no longer any place for a Big Brother in this real world of ours. Instead, these so-called Little People have come on the scene. Interesting verbal contrast, don't you think? — Haruki Murakami

Olga came home, but she never came back to life behind those blue eyes. They tried, of course, but the more they tried, the more tenuous she became, and, in their hunger to know, they spread her thinner and thinner until she came, in her martyrdom, to fill whole libraries with frozen aisles of precious relics. No saint was ever pared so fine. (Hinterlands) — William Gibson

The word griot ... is the word for what I do and the role that the filmmaker has in society ... the griot is a messenger of one's time, a visionary and the creator of the future. — Djibril Diop Mambety

I often take ill-gotten gold
So folk won't starve or feel cold
But gold today was rightly won
When you named me your champion.
So learn this lesson well today
My warrant you will never pay
For like arrows, Robins fly free
None shall my master ever be — R.M. ArceJaeger

It's great to be with William Buckley, because you don't have to think. He takes a position and you automatically take the opposite one and you know you're right. — John Kenneth Galbraith

Writing has been my window-flung wide open to this magnificent, chaotic existence-my way of interpreting everything within my grasp. — Dani Shapiro

It has ever been my fate to give pain to those whose happiness I should have promoted. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Taking our inspiration from an article on the proper way to walk in a city that appeared recently in the celebrated Parisian magazine Matin, we too should make our feelings clear to people who have yet to learn how to conduct themselves on the streets of Istanbul and tell them, "Don't walk down the street with your mouth open" [1924]. It — Orhan Pamuk

of tea beside my plate, Phoebe deposited — Sue Monk Kidd

I don't feel any kind of a responsibility (other than to myself) to write "weighty" lyrics. In fact I sometimes wish I could learn to write in a simpler form, to be more direct and I'm going to be experimenting with this. — Stuart Adamson

Her name's Brienne. — George R R Martin