Tresserra Collection Quotes & Sayings

It doesn't matter how you express it, intention matters, finally! — Gulshan Naqvee

I don't want my novel to be like Madame Bovary, finely crafted with the life edited out of it. I want my novel to be like a friend telling me a story
so we go off on thoughts; that's the way it is. — Tama Janowitz

The Greatest thing about masturbation is that it is always available. I wager that many a condemn man has consoled himself this way during the night before his execution. — Robert Anton Wilson

Yes, she moaned, and then nodded, just in case he didn't get the picture, because if he didn't, dear God, she was going to drown him in the bathtub. And wouldn't that be embarrassing to explain to the police and all the family? — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Time is the most valuable thing on earth: time to think, time to act, time to extend our fraternal relations, time to become better men, time to become better women, time to become better and more independent citizens. — Samuel Gompers

I grew up on the Roger Moore and Sean Connery Bond movies, so the DNA of my spies is extremely ridiculous and goofy. — Nick Harkaway

It's because they don't understand good sex has nothing to do with equality. — Nic Kelman

No one is born with a talent. Talent is something we create on our own with practice and dedication. — Airicka Phoenix

You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through. — Ilya Ehrenburg

the sun's last remaining thread fell across my face, bleaching any semblance of confidence I'd hoped to see. — Jessica Knoll

Hey, I saw this old British movie, all the people spoke so different, you could hardly understand them. But everyone here speaks American as good as you and me. What's with that? — Max Barry

Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling. — James Joyce

If someone is choosing between joining McKinsey or your startup it's very unlikely they're going to work out at the startup. — Sam Altman