Valise Quotes & Sayings

It's part of a writer's job to be nosy about everything. — Sara Sheridan

Untested assumptions and lazy habits of thought can be shown up, once put in a spotlight of a different hue. — Julian Baggini

Technology is a gift of God. After the gift of life it is perhaps the greatest of God's gifts. It is the mother of civilizations, of arts and of sciences. — Freeman Dyson

There isn't a single American city, in my estimation, that has sufficient plans for a nuclear terrorist event. — Irwin Redlener

Not a single object seems to possess a practical use. The antechamber itself seems useless, a sort of vestibule to a barn, It is exactly the same sort of sensation I get when I enter the Comedie-Francaise or the Palaise- Royal Theatre; ; it is a world of bric-a-brac, of trap doors, of arms and busts and waxed floors, of candelabras and men in armor, of statues without eyes and love letters lying in glass cases. Something is going on, but it makes no sense; it's like finishing the half-empty bottle of Calvados because there's no room in the valise. — Henry Miller

I held up a book, one Renfield had grabbed from my bedside table in his haste to pack for me. I'd found it in the bottom of my valise, one of the first things he threw in. Underwear and books - the fellow clearly had his priorities straight. — Lia Habel

To love mankind merely in the abstract", he once said, "is one face of a single coin, and on its other side is hatred of mankind in the abstract. To love in truth is to serve the suffering person before you, and to do what you can to assist him. — Michael D. O'Brien

When insolvent, pack minimally, with a valise tough enough to be thrown onto a London pavement from a first- or second-floor window. Insist on hotel rooms no higher. — David Mitchell

The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants — Richard Eberhart

("It's crazy," she'd said, "but I'd be perfectly happy if I could sit looking at the same half dozen paintings for the rest of my life. I can't think of a better way to go insane.") — Donna Tartt

I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet. — Adrienne Rich

In things a moderation keep; Kings ought to shear, not skin, their sheep. — Robert Herrick

People say, 'How can you stay in a play for a long time?' I say, 'The audience is never the same.' — Marian Seldes

The idea of starting with that Kanye [West] song is declarative. It says, "This is the kind of story we're telling." — Akiva Goldsman

The trouble with Irene is that she has a valise instead of a cunt. She wants
fat letters to shove in her valise. — Henry Miller

Felicity was in the process of unpacking her valise on the bed. "Then let us make sure no one else makes that mistake," she said, pulling out ribbons and laces, a set of fancy hair combs and a few cosmetic pots. "Nanny Tasha always said a lady's age should be a mystery." Miranda closed her eyes. Truly, she was starting to wonder about Lord Langley's choice of nannies for his daughters. Most of what the girls repeated from their dear caretakers sounded more like the advice of an experienced Cyprian, not that of a doting governess for small, impressionable children. Felicity — Elizabeth Boyle

A dramatic, evocative, thoughtful and very accessible account of one of the most important stories of the century - and one of the most ominous, unless citizens are aroused to action to rein in abusive state power. — Noam Chomsky

A wild animal that feels that it no longer has any reason to live reaches in the end a point when its remaining energies may actually be directed toward dying. — Richard Adams

It's my experience that very few writers, young or old, are really seeking advice when they give out their work to be read. They want support; they want someone to say, "Good job." — John Irving

Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all. — Jose Saramago

From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time. — William Peter Blatty

Grief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and of death to touch every person in a totally unique way. Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again. — Helen Steiner Rice