Wreed Rock Quotes & Sayings

Yes, the first draft is the key. That's why I put so much energy, focus, and attention on the first draft, because I respect that first go at the story. If I don't have the key in that first draft, I invariably won't get it in subsequent drafts, though I can craft around it. — Caridad Svich

I didn't write the history of my flight in the sky,,
still I flew for sheer joy. — Rabindranath Tagore

I heard a story about her once,' said James. 'She was interviewing a psychopath. She showed him a picture of a frightened face and asked him to identify the emotion. He said he didn't know what the emotion was but it was the face people pulled just before he killed them. — Jon Ronson

To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair. — George Eliot

We are in love, in the very beginning part of it, when you don't ever want to separate your body from the other person's. — Rachel Friedman

I grew up watching American movies. My favorite movies have always been American, since as long as I can remember. I always had this huge respect for American filmmakers and American actors. — Noomi Rapace

Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this ring being lost forever, any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other. — Cassandra Clare

There is always a certain amount of 'transmission loss.' You can have a power generator and if the power is going on 100 miles away, even with very efficient cable there could be a certain amount of loss. — Frederick Lenz

At the very opposite of these eccentricities, the chiefly urban character of derive, in touch with those centres of possibilities and meanings that are the metropolises transformed by industry, would correspond to Marx's sentence: 'Men can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive. — Tom McDonough

We don't do anything illegal, we do 'run-ins' — Edge

Darkness has conquered the day; the arms of the night slapped the living daylight off the day.Gripping. Killing. Totally overwhelming. The taste of darkness bitters my mouth
as I struggled against unnumbered foes. — Chika Onyenezi