Wettlin Treppendahl Quotes & Sayings

You can't write novels without a touch of paranoia. I'm paranoid as an act of good citizenship, concerned about what the powerful people are up to. — Kurt Vonnegut

Let out your heat!
Unleash your imagination
Let the burning fragrance of your unimpeachable imagination
sparkle through the morning's you.
At night, let the stoical sweat of your day ease your muscles
Relax your feet.
You will need them to walk again tomorrow — Priscilla Koranteng

I love America, but I chose America. — Dinesh D'Souza

Nobody, but nobody, is going to tell me I'm not the most. I am. I was the most when everybody else was struggling bitterly to become a little. — William, Saroyan

It is important for leaders to know their stories; to get them straight; to communicate them effectively, particularly to those who are in the thrall of rival stories; and, above all, to embody in their lives the stories that they tell. — Howard E. Gardner

Mariam longed to place a ruler on a page and draw important-looking lines — Khaled Hosseini

But my mother's life was a never-ending round of maintenance. Not one single thing did she ever achieve but that it had to be done all over again, one day or one week or one season later. Oh, the monotony. — Jacqueline Kelly

we can only re-establish metaphysics today by returning to realism pure and simple. — Etienne Gilson

point of view, so there is no use in discussing it. Now please forget all about it, and consider me at your service concerning this . . . this project of yours. I know more about cocoanut-planting than you do. You speak like a capitalist. I don't know how much money you have, but I don't fancy you are rolling in wealth, as you Americans say. But I do know what it costs to clear land. Suppose the government sells you Pari-Sulay at a pound an acre; clearing will cost you at least four pounds more; that is, five pounds for four hundred acres, or, say, ten thousand dollars. Have you that much?" She was keenly interested, and he could see that the previous clash between them was already forgotten. Her disappointment was plain as she confessed: "No; I haven't quite eight — Jack London