Weiskopf Rockford Quotes & Sayings

A bachelor is a man who comes to work each morning from a different direction. — Sholem Aleichem

When it was finished, the scaled dragon looked around and as the thing spotted V, a growl rippled up to the bleachers, then ended in a snort. "You finished, big guy?" Va called down. "FYI, goalpost over there would work righteous as a toothpick. — J.R. Ward

Sometimes you like the idea of someone so much, you just want to do whatever it takes to make it work. — Mindy Kaling

Every marriage moves either toward enhancing one another's glory or toward degrading each other. — Dan B. Allender

Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked. — Jerry Stahl

The mind can be trained to relieve itself on paper. — Billy Collins

It's funny. Friendships are Catch twenty-twos when you're single and in your thirties. Friends are your life rafts. You try to help each other meet people, you confide in each other, you spend Thanksgiving, Valentine's Day, all those emotional land-mine holidays together. But sooner or later one of you is going to meet someone and be gone into the world of couples. — Will McIntosh

The whole point of growing up is to get big enough to hold the world you want inside you. But it takes a long time, and you really must eat your vegetables, and most often you have to make the world you want out of yourself. — Catherynne M Valente

Illegibility
of this world. All things twice over.
The strong clocks justify
the splitting hour,
hoarsely.
You , clamped
into your deepest part,
climb out of yourself
for ever. — Paul Celan

Now I may have faith/ to make mountains fall/ But if I lack love/ then I am nothin' at all — Lauryn Hill

As bad as it is here, it's better than being somewhere else.
-Chris Rose, regarding life in Post-Katrina New Orleans — Chris Rose

There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's. — Becca Fitzpatrick

He loves me recklessly, to the missuse of everything else in his life. — C.D. Reiss

As a child, I had lived many years in Southampton and sang in the choir of the Dune Church. — Rachel Lambert Mellon