Walliams Wall Quotes & Sayings

Our greatest currency is our time and we cannot save it. Spend it wisely and never waste another's or your own. — Kyle Barger

The government has to be on the side of the people if the corporations take too much power. — Ian Bremmer

One would think a writer would be happy here
if a writer is every happy anywhere. — Raymond Chandler

They'd come to the Ice Court scurrying like rats. Live or die, they were going out like an army. — Leigh Bardugo

Vega, you got some major balls harassing my girl. — Katie McGarry

The Hoodmen are far from being the worst of the servants of the Cult of the Unwritten Book, but they are among the most peculiar. You know when you're trying to remember a word and it's on the tip of your tongue but you can't seem to get it out? Well, that's because the Hoodmen have eaten it. They eat all the words that are on the tips of other people's tongues. They thrive on misplaced words, savoring all the lost potential of each expression. They're also able to convert words into electricity. Mr. Steele took an entire phrase. — Grant Morrison

In every circumstance, though the nation has liberated already and we have worked for the nation, or we have not, providing the foundation for critical thinking to the people is still important. — Khem Veasna

Do you have a lot of books?" I asked. Dad snorted as he slathered some cream cheese on his bagel. "Katherine's collection puts Amazon to shame. — Rysa Walker

The main reason why we look constantly to the Gita is that, whenever we need help, we may get it from the Gita. And, indeed, we always do get it. — Vinoba Bhave

-but deep inside we know that we are, each of us, unknowable and ultimately alone, even when we love. — Adrian Barnes

Mark nearly fell forward, and threw his arms around Julian. Julian barely managed to catch himself before almost falling over. Mark was whipcord thin, but strong, his hands fisting in Julian's shirt. Julian could feel Mark's heart hammering, feel the sharp bones under his skin. He smelled like earth and mildew and grass and nighttime air. "Julian," Mark said, muffled, his body shaking. "Julian, my brother, my brother." Julian sighed. He wanted to relax into his older brother, let Mark hold him up the way he once had. But Mark was slighter than he was, fragile under his hands. He would be holding Mark up from now on. It was not what he had imagined, dreamed of, but it was the reality. It was his brother. He tightened his hands on Mark and adjusted his heart to bear the new burden. — Cassandra Clare

Democracy is a process, not a static condition. It is becoming, rather than being. It can be easily lost, but is never finally won. — William H. Hastie

Well, I'm from the South originally. I grew up in South Carolina definitely learning about manners and being proper and having to go to cotillions. — Anna Camp