Tehila Azar Quotes & Sayings

I still feel that sincerity and realism are avant-garde, or can be, just as I did when I started out. — Edmund White

What impresses me about Catholic mythology is partly its tasteless kitsch but mostly the airy nonchalance with which these people make up the details as they go along. It is just shamelessly invented. — Richard Dawkins

So is this a habit of yours, leaving your bag behind in order te strike up a conversation?" He grinned and nodded at the bench where I had been sitting. Lying beneath it was my book bag. "Wouldn't it be easier to just walk up to a guy and say hello? — Amy Plum

I was getting tired about what the preacher called Christian. Anything he did was Christian, and the people in his church believed it, too. If he stole some book he didn't like from the library, or made the radio station play only part of the day on Sunday, or took somebody off to the state poor home, he called it Christian. I never had much religious training, and I never went to Sunday school because we didn't belong to the church when I was old enough to go, but I thought I knew what believing in Christ meant, and it wasn't half the things the preacher did. — John Kennedy Toole

You know what kind of nerves are in your feet? The same ones that network into your genitals. Your feet are like a minnow bucket full of sensory neurons, all of them wriggling around in search of sensation. Stimulate those nerves just a little, and the impulse will rocket through your entire nervous system; that's why tickling your feet can overload the switchboard and cause your whole body to spasm. — Christopher McDougall

Why do they call it research if I've only done it this one time? — Brandon Sanderson

Focus on your goals, not your fear. — Roy Bennett

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother. — Chuck Palahniuk

Let whoever can do so deceive me, he will never bring it about that I am nothing, so long as I continue to think I am something. — Rene Descartes

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind. — Paula McLain