The Song Jed King Quotes & Sayings

I would like to see everything, look at everything, I want to be the view itself. — Josef Koudelka

It's monstrous, what one person will do to another. — Barbara Kingsolver

I wanted to look at them because I feel, internally, that I am an ordinary person who has had an extraordinary life. — Sidney Poitier

Diplomacy is about dealing with those you rather avoid. — Karen Traviss

But too often the goal of the planners is a universal gray state of health corresponding to absence of disease rather than to a positive attribute conducive to joyful and creative living. This kind of health will not rule out and may even generate another form of ill, the boredom which is the penalty of a formula of life where nothing is left unforeseen. — Rene Dubos

All men have talents. Some build, some paint, some write, some fight. For me it is different. — David Gemmell

In a country which had accepted caste distinctions for many centuries, inequality had become an inborn mental concept. — Khushwant Singh

I think test screenings with an audience are useful because they have no dog in the fight, they just say how they feel. — Brian Helgeland

Fiction's about what it is to be a fucking human being. — David Foster Wallace

What does it all mean, poet? Well,
Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell
What we felt only; you expressed
You hold things beautiful the best,
And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
'Tis something, nay 'tis much: but then,
Have you yourself what's best for men?
Are you - -poor, sick, old ere your time - -
Nearer one whit your own sublime
Than we who never have turned a rhyme?
Sing, riding's a joy! For me, I ride. — Robert Browning

He often lying broad awake...hath heard time flowing in the middle of the night,
And all things creeping to a day of doom.
How could ye know him? Ye were yet within
The narrower circle; he had wellnigh reached
The last, which with a region of white flame,
Pure without heat, into a larger air
Upburning, and an ether of black blue,
Investeth and ingirds all other lives. — Alfred Tennyson

I don't know what comes next. Mourners please omit flowers, probably, and for all of us. But I don't care. — Stephen King