Tinned Tomatoes Quotes & Sayings

All those pseudo-Hollywood movies set nowhere, with everybody good looking and having great physique - that's not working any more. — Anurag Kashyap

The dying bees, the Antarctic melt, the mountains of old tires, the incessant toxic belch of factories that make Batman bobbleheads for Happy Meals. Off-gassing couches! Cancerous tinned tomatoes! Imprisoned killer whales! Our breastmilk is poisoned. We live absurdedly, ridiculously. OUR BREASTMILK IS POISONED. Try and explain even one sliver of it to a kid, just one angle of a thousand, and you'll see the face of the world's most incredulous and urgent WTF.

We have little to recommend us, and we know it. We shrug.

Rasmus Krook is the Captain of the Griffons. He doesn't shrug. — Kate Inglis

Can the fish love the fisherman?
[Lat., Piscatorem piscis amare potest?] — Martial

Even in complete silence, Buckshaw had its own unique silence; a silence I would recognize anywhere. — Alan Bradley

It must be good to die in the knowledge that one has done some truthful work ... and to know that, as a result, one will live on in the memory of at least a few and leave a good example for those who come after. — Vincent Van Gogh

A date like that makes a guy wish they would drop the bomb. Right over his house. — Cath Crowley

Novels should be judged rigorously. Either a book works or it doesn't. The fact that something is true in the real world should not lend authority to it in fiction. — Akhil Sharma

Names like clouds. Names like forests. Names like ever unfolding mathematical structures - names that begat themselves, in dreams of recursion. Names that split the world in two. Names that would drive a nail through your sanity. — Alastair Reynolds

Author's Note: This story starts with section 6. This is not a mistake. I have my own subtle reasoning. So, just read, and enjoy. — Isaac Asimov

If she had been born a hundred years later, she would very likely have been encouraged to be angry, told she had a right to express her anger and her sorrow and her bewilderment and her rage, and generally to disintegrate. These were not the expectations of her friends and family. Nothing could have been further from her expectations of herself. Instead, she threw herself into serving others. — Elisabeth Elliot

Write naked. Write in exile. Write in blood. — Denis Johnson