Truslow Hurricane Quotes & Sayings

Thank you American Library Association for naming The Gluten-Free Revolution one of the "Top 10 Food Books of 2014" Thrilled to share this honor with Alice Waters, Mark Bittman, Ruth Reichl, Mario Batali, Bobby Flay, et al — Jax Peters Lowell

I know Quine, by the way. Real asshole. — William Gibson

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined
future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or
a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced
that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was
charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and
one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind-
loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the
high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so
many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies
in the perfumed heat of summer night. — Mark Strand

I own no property and yet I feel that I am perhaps the richest man in the world. — Mahatma Gandhi

The sturdiest pillars of human morality are compassion and a sense of justice. — Frans De Waal

One is reminded how often avant-gardism is a more polite label for the concerns of angry young men, sometimes graying young men. — Mary McLeod

The dignity of a woman's life is infinite, her status immeasurable, her capacity unbounded, her role divine ... In the fast changing world of today her vision penetrates into the reality of the far beyond, the reality which endures beyond change. — Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

It's hard to see potential in a rough cut - especially with comedy, which is hit or miss. This is where my lack of experience hurt me - not in the execution of the final product, but with my expectations for it in the early stages of post. — Desiree Akhavan

Actors: We have to remind ourselves that it's not about 'getting it right.' There is no 'right.' Your courage to bare your soul is what's right. — Gregor Collins

It wasn't Dean's fault," Allie insists. "Seriously, it's all on me. I freaked out for no reason." She finally looks over at me. "See? This is why I don't like horror movies! You watch one scary movie when you're a kid and suddenly everyone who comes to your door is a serial killer."

"Are you kidding me right now? You'll watch a horror movie with my sister but not me? We have to watch the cancer movie?"

"Dicky," Summer chides. "You're being grumpy."

I glare at my sister with enough force to make her wince. "Not one word out of you," I snap. "And don't think I didn't feel you kick me right before I passed out. Who does that, Summer? Who kicks a man when he's down?"

From the corner of my eye, I see Tucker sink to the floor. He buries his face in his hands, shaking with laughter.

The EMT blocks my line of sight by squatting in front of me. "I need to examine you for a concussion."

Oh for fuck's sake. — Elle Kennedy

I used to get a lot of rubber ducks on my birthdays as presents because, you know, I make rubber ducks. But then I get the ugliest ones with a neck, ugly colors, and devil ears. I don't like those. — Florentijn Hofman

Let us live most happily, free from hatred in the midst of the hateful; Let us remain free from hatred in the midst of people who hate. — Gautama Buddha

Be thankful for these walls. — James Dashner

And so many things get lost. Not just a set of keys or a photograph of your father with his first truck, but the door those keys once opened, the childhood house you long ago walked into, the father who used to carry you on his shoulders high above the crowds at the summer fair, his body now ashes and shards of bone. You hold these things in place on a page, you walk through that door, touch his face and smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and in his shirt, you make things breathe again in words. You feel the lightness of a ghostly touch across your skin. In that small house on the corner, the porch light suddenly comes on. — Lorna Crozier

Kids like us don't often have the chance of meeting a great warrior like you. Would you have a little fencing match with me? It would be frightfully decent. — C.S. Lewis