The City Of Dreaming Books Quotes & Sayings

As he huffed across the rocky edge. — Margaret Feinberg

The sounder your argument, the more satisfaction you get out of it. — E.W. Howe

Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists. — Walter Moers

In his voice resonated the timbre of a man who thinks he has convinced himself of an idea, but masks his own doubt by laboring to persuade others. — Katherine Howe

Really good literature is seldom appreciated in its own day. The best authors die poor, the bad ones make money - it's always been like that. — Walter Moers

People of too much sentiment are like fountains, whose overflow keeps a disagreeable puddle about them. — Henry Ward Beecher

It's not about you. It's about them. — Clint Eastwood

Many argue; not many converse. — Louisa May Alcott

No one who writes a good book is really dead. — Walter Moers

In his book Defying Hitler, written in British exile in 1939, Sebastian Haffner recalled the "icy fright" that had been his first reaction to the news that Hitler had been named chancellor: "For a moment I almost physically sensed the odour of blood and filth surrounding this man Hitler. It was a bit like being approached by a threatening and disgusting predator - it felt like a dirty paw with sharp claws in my face." But — Volker Ullrich

Even after she was gone, he passed her place each day:
something white in a high window - not a face,
but the white belly of a pigeon beating its wings
against the pane in the boarded-up house. — Zoe Brigley

Nothing is what one thinks it is. Cloth is stone and circus is an art. There are no certainties. — Walter Moers

You are never more like Jesus than when you pray for others. Pray for this hurting world. — Max Lucado

I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe. — Walter Moers

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about. — Laini Taylor

There's a reason for every journey, and mine was prompted by boredom and the recklessness of youth, by a wish to break the bounds of my normal existence and familiarise myself with life and the world at large. — Walter Moers

I've never thought much of strictly organised and methodical study. You can't arrange a library in alphabetical order until you've collected one. — Walter Moers