Twiddlersnook Quotes & Sayings

A knot grew in his chest. All signs of weakness, nerves, stress. He looked around him at the true examples of men - at least it seemed that way. Six years ago he had graduated from New York University, around the middle of his class in film school. He quickly learned that the middle meant "unemployable. — Derek Blass

Our Quakers love us. we're big with the Quakers. It's all about cleanliness. — Kyan Douglas

Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood? — Pablo Neruda

[C]ontemporary Jesus research is still involved in textual looting, in attacks on the mound of Jesus tradition that do not begin from any overall stratigraphy, do not explain why this or that item was chosen for emphasis over some other one, and give the distinct impression that the researcher knew the result before beginning the search. — John Dominic Crossan

Understanding both the power of compound interest and the difficulty of getting it is the heart and soul of understanding a lot of things. — Charlie Munger

That present sucked," I muttered.
Dad slipped an arm around my shoulder and helped me sit up. As he did, his sleeve fell back to reveal several slivers of demonglass embedded in his forearm.
"I'm fine," he said before I could ask. "Cal can get them out later. Are you all right?"
My shoulder was still on fire, but there was no pain anywhere else, and other than the shock of being blown backward and stabbed, I was peachy. "I think so. What was that, like a magic pipe bomb?"
The present lay in tatters on the floor, its ribbon coiling and snapping like a snake. Cal stomped on the ribbon, and it went still. "Seems like it," he said grimly.
"And it was ensorcelled to seek you out," Dad added. He looked so worried and angry that I decided not to give him a hard time for using a word like ensorcelled. — Rachel Hawkins

His head just disappeared into his shoulders. — Ron Atkinson

Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman? — Ray Bradbury

The beauty of my passion had been crushed under the weight of my horrific past. — Anne Tibbets

I'm interested in how we react when we're heavily pressed. When we're vulnerable and our survival is in question, how do we behave? — Paolo Bacigalupi

Undine's white and gold bedroom, with sea-green panels and old rose carpet, looked along Seventy-second Street toward the leafless tree-tops of the Central Park. She went to the window, and drawing back its many layers of lace gazed eastward down the long brownstone perspective. Beyond the Park lay Fifth Avenue - and Fifth Avenue was where she wanted to be! — Edith Wharton