The Summer Ends In Slaughter Quotes & Sayings

The little room was filled with American records and a phonograph. Izzy would let me stay back there and listen to them. I listened to as many as I could, even thumbed through a lot of his antediluvian folk scrolls. The madly complicated modern world was something I took little interest in. It had no relevancy, no weight. I wasn't seduced by it. — Bob Dylan

I do think of emotions as being on a circular path, so you can feel terrible and terrible and terrible, and then all of a sudden it becomes quite funny. — Daniel Handler

Four limbs good, six limbs bad. — James L. Cambias

Then, before Rhun charges, I leap from him, running toward the dead. His steps beat after me, and I hold out my hand. Our fingers link. The dead slather gleefully and lick their lips. It is the third night of Samhain, and we run together. — Tessa Gratton

Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

One of the things that is nice about these old pastors - they were young at the time - who went into the Middle West is that they were real humanists. They were often linguists, for example, and the schools that they established were then, as they are now, real liberal arts colleges where people studied the humanities in a very broad sense. I think that should be reflected in his mind; appropriately, it is. — Marilynne Robinson

She sat still, I thought, and yet she traveled. And when one stitches, the mind travels, not the way men do, with ax and oxen through the wilderness, but surely our traveling counted too, as motion. And I thought of the patience of the stitches. Writing a book, I thought, which men often do, but women only rarely, has the posture of sewing. One hand leads, and the other hand helps. And books, like quilts, are made, one word at a time, one stitch at a time. — Sena Jeter Naslund

Believe and create is a basic fact of successful living. — Norman Vincent Peale

How do you know you were in samadhi? You know when your awareness returns to the plane of self and ideation that you have been beyond it. — Frederick Lenz