Wallace Hume Carothers Quotes & Sayings

An Englishman will fairly drink as much As will maintain two families of Dutch. — Daniel Defoe

The great error consists in supposing that poetry is an unnatural form of language. We should all like to speak poetry at the moment when we truly live, and if we do not speak it, it is because we have an impediment in our speech. It is not song that is the narrow or artificial thing, it is conversation that is a broken and stammering attempt at song. When we see men in a spiritual extravaganza, like Cyrano de Bergerac, speaking in rhyme, it is not our language disguised or distorted, but our language rounded and made whole. — G.K. Chesterton

It was only a button. It was only a bit of thread. From a wrinkled blue dress I had once undone. — Lily King

I got into New College, Oxford. The ethos was that you could work - or not. — Nigel Rees

I think that perhaps there are no such defining moments at all. Beginnings and ends are fluid, long chains of events where some links seem so insignificant and others so very momentous, while in fact all have the same weight. What may appear as a single dramatic moment is just a link between what was before and what comes after. — Linda Olsson

You're not dead.
I'm not dead.
Why? How?
Dying wasn't on my list. — Alex Adams

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.
Fucker." Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. "On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you. — J.D. Robb

Permission to shoot the fucker in the face when it comes over the rim? — J. Fally

Keep the immigrants. Deport the Columbia faculty — Jason L. Riley

All I require of a translator is that he or she be a more gifted writer than I am, and in at least two languages, one of them mine. — Kurt Vonnegut

Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches.
Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt.
He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds.
I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside. — Anne Carson