Topolsky Artist Quotes & Sayings

If you want to continually grow your blog, you need to learn to blog on a consistent basis. — Neil Patel

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors. — Kami Garcia

Sex is the sweetest of all things. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I've been offered big money to promote machines. And high-protein diets, when that was really popular. There was always some new powder or diet plan that somebody wanted to put my name on. — Richard Simmons

A self-fulfilling prophecy is an assumption or prediction that, purely as a result of having been made, cause the expected or predicted event to occur and thus confirms its own 'accuracy.' — Paul Watzlawick

You want me to be unselfish? A vampire is selfish. We kill so that we can survive, that is the ultimate selfishness. — Caroline Hanson

It lingers in this room like the voices that still echo here, some belonging to a man who'd once been alive, and the rest belong to others who've never drawn breath. — J. Christopher Wickham

True Love can be no deeper than your capacity for friendship, no higher than your ideals, and no broader than the scope of your vision. — Helen Rowland

I highly recommend inviting the worst-case scenario into your life. — Portia De Rossi

Against the monster, I've always wanted meaning. Not for its own sake, because in the usual course of things, who needs the self-consciousness of it? Let meaning be immanent, noted in passing, if at all. But that won't do when the monster has its funnel driven into the back of your head and is sucking the light coming through your eyes straight out of you into the mouth of oblivion. So like a cripple I long for what others don't notice they have: ordinary meaning. Instead, I have words. The monster doesn't take words. It may take speech, but not words in the head, which are its minions. The army of the tiny, invisible dead wielding their tiny, spinning scythes, cutting at the flesh of the mind. Unlike ordinary blades, they sharpen with use. They're keenest in repetition. Self-accusation being nothing if not repetitive. There is nothing deep about this. It is merely endless. — Adam Haslett