Weisser Park Quotes & Sayings

There is a vulnerability that any woman has in a situation where you're surrounded by men in an enclosed space. You learn through time different defense mechanisms, and it could be for protection, for emotional, physical, everything. — Katee Sackhoff

Abby did a little happy dance before jogging down the hall to the bedroom. The corners of my mouth turned up. What other woman would be that excited to see her boyfriend trade punches? No wonder I fell in love with her. — Jamie McGuire

The Mayor's wrong -
He's wrong forever and ever -
It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you.
It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. — Patrick Ness

If that guy had defended Pontius Pilate, he would have convinced the jury that he was simply assisting a young carpenter who wanted to buy some nails for a cross he was working on. — Jeffrey Archer

For hym was levere have at his beddes heed
Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Aristotle and his philosophie,
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie. — Geoffrey Chaucer

I wish I could understand the window in your soul. Mine has none such, but I believe in others'. It is as though mine says to me, You alone are damned. To you the daylight, to you the reality of what appears; for you the dead of Carthage will be dead forever, the pain everywhere the overmastering reality, the skull beneath the fairest skin always visible beneath the blue-veined temples, in the laughing teeth. To you, the lone and level sands covering human endeavor, the ephemerality of laughter. ... Only for others, the reality of human life, the game worthwhile as it is being played. Only for others, any kind of hope. Only for others, the window in the closed room.--or closed galaxy, it makes no difference. — James Tiptree Jr.

Even without church walls, or doors or sconces, Easter had come. Even without altars or crosses, Easter had come — Mark Andrew Poe

Nancy took her tiny little baby and held him down toward Norton.
"Look Norton," she said, "This is a baby."
Norton looked up at Charlie, took him in, and sort of nodded as if assimilating the information.
There was a very long pause, and then I heard Nancy gulp.
"You've finally done it," she said to me.
"What?" I wanted to know.
"Most mothers would have said, 'Look, Charlie, this is a cat.'"
I started to laugh.
"Not with Norton," I said. — Peter Gethers

How can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you. Always." Soon I'm going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don't want to. Won't letting go be just that - letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over? — Freya North

Most fight sequences on a television show, probably any action adventure show that you know of, if you asked them how long they probably spend, [it's] one or two days doing the fight. Where we were spending eight days concurrently with an episode doing our fight sequences. — Alfred Gough

With Groo, I try to do one story every book. Sometimes the stories are better if they go a little longer, and I choose to do it in four issues. — Sergio Aragones

These pages are not my confession; they're my definition. And I feel, as I begin to write it, that I can write it with some semblance of truth. — Fernando Pessoa

If creative fiction writing is a process of translating an abstraction into the concrete, there are three possible grades of such writing: translating an old (known) abstraction (theme or thesis) through the medium of old fiction means (that is, characters, events or situations used before for that same purpose, that same translation) -- this is most of the popular trash; translating an old abstraction through new, original fiction means -- this is most of the good literature; creating a new, original abstraction and translating it through new, original means. This, as far as I know, is only me -- my kind of fiction writing. — Ayn Rand