Uglydolls Quotes & Sayings

The more subtle and elegant you are in hiding your plot points, the better you are as a writer. — Billy Wilder

If I'm writing about a modern-day suburb, there's going to be details of the home and furniture, and if I'm writing about a historical period, those details, those pieces of the world are going to be there as well, but they'll be simplified, because I'm cartooning it. — Gene Luen Yang

In the end, if you can't trust each other, what's the point of being married? — Sylvie Meis

If we write our dreams and goals down, we dramatically increase our odds of realization. If we share them with others, they become potent and alive. — Kristin Armstrong

Principles are sometimes an unaffordable luxury. — Mary Jo Putney

Eat it, Quiet Rain." He pawed the sparrow closer to the she-cat. "This is the first kindness we've met since our journey began," Quiet Rain murmured. — Erin Hunter

We watch the chef slice eel and octopus, delicate operations of dismemberment and amputation. For some reason it makes me think of poetry. — Jessica Martinez

How can I tell what I mean till I see what I say? — Anonymous

Art and relligion are not professions: they are not occupations for which men can be paid. The artist and the saint do what they have to do, not to make a living, but in obedience to some mysterious necessity. They do not product to live - they live to produce. — Clive Bell

It is today that tells you if you learned from yesterday, and if tomorrow is possible. — John Patrick Hickey

It didn't smell so great, and pizza boxes and empty Coke cans had overflowed the trash can and spilled over a significant portion of the kitchen floor. You could barely walk without stepping on clothing that needed to be washed. My furniture was covered with scribbled-on papers and discarded pens and pencils. — Jim Butcher

This so-called contemporary art is not a form, but a philosophy of society, — Ai Weiwei

When I was younger I was obsessed with writing, so even if I wanted to listen, I didn't have time. — Joan Armatrading

Blake pushed open the door by the altar. His rented tuxedo was crisp, the bow tie perfectly straight. Livia stopped and let the sight of him evaporate her common sense.
When his eyes found hers, he placed a hand over his heart, as if it might stop again. "You are so lovely," he said.
Livia wrinkled her nose and blew him a kiss. — Debra Anastasia

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. — Alan Moore