Viloria Oliphant Quotes & Sayings

When I started this book last year, I had a small reception in mind. A few copies in my hand to share with close friends, maybe a small gathering... I never imagined that my book would have its own ISBN number and be available to the public. I never imagined seeing my name next to the words, "published author." I feel so thankful that this has worked out so well for me. God is good! — Kristyn Van Cleave

Pretence about anything sometimes deceives the wisest and shrewdest man, but, however cunningly it is hidden, a child of the meanest capacity feels it and is repelled by it. — Leo Tolstoy

He'd missed the first wasp, when it built its paperfine gray house on the blistered paint of the windowframe, but soon the nest was a fist-sized lump of fiber, insects hurtling out to hunt the alley below like miniature copters buzzing the rotting contents of the dumpsters. — William Gibson

Say you'll love me every waking moment. — Charles Hart

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along? — Harper Lee

Our inner life is what makes us human and, to me, it's even more important for the way we live now. We're constantly assaulted by all kinds of things - cell phones, televisions, ads, cars, news of war, the bad economy, shootings. It's endless. Can you imagine just continuously reacting to these things? You lose your soul. — E. Journey

Success has NO Rules except ONE..
It follows NO rules and most RULES are made on the way! — Abha Maryada Banerjee

If you search everywhere, yet cannot find what you are seeking, it is because what you seek is already in your possession. — Lao-Tzu

Being a vegan is a first-world phenomenon, completely self-indulgent. — Anthony Bourdain

Here, I stole it for you. Why don't you tell me what it's for."
"Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present! — Gail Carriger

She cried for herself, she cried because she was afraid that she herself might die in the night, because she was alone in the world, because her desperate and empty life was not an overture but an ending, and through it all she could see was the rough, brutal shape of a coffin. — John Cheever

What you're normally doing as a writer is trying to find the narrative. — Joan Didion