Becnel Citrus Quotes

#1. [Y]ou have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing.

Anais Nin

#2. One of my problems, so to speak, is that, in America, we tend to think in relatively short-term. In the Middle East and Asia and other parts of the world, they think in terms of centuries or 500 years or 1,000 years.

Jay Rockefeller

#3. We don't want to fight, but by jingo if we do, We've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too.

G W Hunt

#4. Sometimes I journal three pages, sometimes I journal thirty pages, but I'm writing all the time, and whatever's happening is happening in real time for me.

Nikki Sixx

#5. I played basketball. I went to school and played basketball and was trying to pursue that as a career path and kind of just fell into acting.

Robbie Jones

#6. It takes committed, high energy, full-tilt boogie participation to have the kind of life you want.

Nicholas Lore

#7. It is one mark of a superior mind to understand and be influenced by the superiority of others.

Harriet Beecher Stowe

#8. He had no right to look so accommodating when I knew the sort of man he really was; the sort who sacrificed his own son in the name of science, the sort who used his daughter to entrap a Prince of Hell. I'd known demons more human than Adam Harper.

Pippa DaCosta

#9. Merely knowing that you are not the only resister makes it substantially easier to reject the crowd.

Adam M. Grant

#10. That's different," Levi smiled at her warmly. "Ypu don't rock that Little Red Riding Hood vibe. You're scary."
Reagan grinned like the Big Bad Wolf.

Rainbow Rowell

#11. Writing of Pushkin, Nabokov once observed quite accurately that his subject was the threefold formula of human life: the irretrievability of the past, the insatiability of the present, and the unforeseeability of the future.

Brian Boyd

#12. Knitting keeps me from stabbing people.

Jennie Breeden

#13. The scattered rosebushes, glorious by day, revealed themselves by night an awkward collection of lonely, bony old ladies.

Kate Morton