Beige Phillip Quotes

#1. Rain touching our hand becomes a little bit salty! Man touching wisdom becomes a little bit wiser! More touches take more from the touched!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#2. Mingle often with good people to keep your soul nourished.

Anthony Douglas

#3. When I lived in New York, not only did I have safety locks on the door but I had the music going, keeping the city at a distance, trying to find creative time and peace and so forth.

Ann Beattie

#4. If you insist, how can I resist?

Toni Gonzaga

#5. I had been self-publishing for a number of years at that stage and selling my books at markets around Melbourne - little pocket books. I'd make them for 10 cents and sell them for a dollar. But I knew there was an audience who loved silly stuff so I just kept plugging away.

Andy Griffiths

#6. In '42,' it's like the '40s where racial equality had come into the consciousness of a lot of people, whereas in the 1900s it was sort of a new thing.

Andre Holland

#7. I have come to love you in spite of
Do I want to be loved in spite of? ... Does anyone?

Darin Strauss

#8. She asked me could I read and write. I told her, Of course, and I can talk too.

Sister Souljah

#9. To me, literature is a calling, even a kind of salvation. It connects me with an enterprise that is over 2,000 years old. What do we have from the past? Art and thought. That's what lasts. That's what continues to feed people and give them an idea of something better.

Susan Sontag

#10. Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa. Such

Haruki Murakami

#11. He who ruleth his spirit is greater than he that taketh a city,

Ernest Hemingway,

#12. Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

George Eliot

#13. Instead of marrying myself (that's so last
year), I think I'll marry a library instead.
In sickness and in health. Till death us do
part. I do.

Ava Zavora

#14. We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.

Charles Bukowski