Vivono Sulle Quotes & Sayings

Insistence on one's own opinion can never lead to attainment of Moksha [Ultimate Liberation]. Only those who are free of insistence will attain Liberation. — Dada Bhagwan

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.
[Speech upon being awarded the Friedenspreis des Deutschen Buchhandels (Peace Prize of the German Book Trade), Frankfurt Book Fair, October 12, 2003] — Susan Sontag

I'm sorry. I know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places." "Perhaps — Terry Pratchett

I've never thought about the con of living in New York as a writer. Because I always think, Oh, what fun to be around so many writers. Because I've never been around so many writers. — Victoria Chang

Red, brown, yellow, green, black. Five colours to say everything that could be said. And what Cy suddenly wanted, more than anything in the world just then, what he wanted was that missing blue, primary and resistant to the trade. Blue that was unstable and misbehaved when left in skin. Blue like the sea that had taken his father. Blue, for his mother's sake, and for the true colour of every bereaved and bloodless heart when it is collapsing. — Sarah Hall

Since the start of the Ashes I have had a hectic workload. I've played almost every game, but I'm thinking that after South Africa and the Bangladesh series I can clock off for two or three months. It's like Friday afternoon for a guy who goes to work all week. — Brett Lee

I'm an atheist, and I believe religion is totally against human rights and women's rights. — Taslima Nasrin

One man can often go where many cannot. — Jerry Autieri

If you don't have a hernia yet then you're not pulling your own weight! — George Steinbrenner

You tempt the devil," he whispered then laid his head down and sighed. "Angels always do. — Bijou Hunter

Sin pulls a man down into despondency and despair. — Ezra Taft Benson

Where a story ends is nothing more than a snapshot in time, a brief flash of emotion, a pause. How and if it continues is up to us. — Hugh Howey

I drove out. There were a half-dozen cars there. A house man let me in. Brell came hurrying to me to pump my hand. He was a trim-bodied man in his late forties, dark and handsome in a slightly vulpine way, and I suspected he wore a very expensive and inconspicuous hair piece. He looked the type to go bald early. He had a resonant voice and a slightly theatrical presence. He wore tailored twill ranch pants and a crisp white shirt with blue piping. — John D. MacDonald