Zuanic Chicago Quotes & Sayings

Best way to save humanity is to turn the monsters against one another. — Neal Shusterman

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room. — Freya Stark

I read novels with the utmost pertinaity. I look upon them - I look upon good novels - as a very valuable part of literature, conveying more exact and finely-distinguished knowledge of the human heart and mind than almost any other, with greater beadth and depth and fewer contraints. — Patrick O'Brian

Deep down I'm still afraid, but at least I can deal with it. — Erich Segal

The time between midnight and dawn when most people die, when sleep is deepest, when nightmares are most palatable. It is the hour when the sleepless are pursued by their sharpest anxieties, when ghosts and demons hold sway. The hour of the wolf is also the hour when most children are born. — Ingmar Bergman

Of course." He picked up the brown bag of candy on the table. "What's your ... " He trailed off as he weighed the bag in his hands. "Didn't I give you three pounds of candy?"
She smiled impishly.
"You ate half the bag!"
"Was I supposed to save it?"
"I would have liked some!"
"You never told me that."
"Because I didn't expect you to consume all of it before breakfast!"
She snatched the bag from him and put it on the table. "Well, that just shows poor judgement on your part, doesn't it? — Sarah J. Maas

Democracy is in the blood of the Muslims, who look upon complete equality of mankind, and believe in fraternity, equality, and liberty. — Muhammad Ali Jinnah

In this sense, what Hakluyt foresaw in a colonized America was one giant workhouse. This cannot be emphasized enough. — Nancy Isenberg

When you're the leader, everything is your fault. — Terry Goodkind

Three men in ten conserve life; three men in ten pursue death. Three men also in ten desire to live, but there acts hasten their journey to the house of death. Why is this? Because of their efforts to preserve life. — Lao-Tzu

Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances. — Haruki Murakami