Blaming The Victim William Ryan Quotes

#1. We often don't think of them, we think of the great wars and the great battles, but what about losing a son or a daughter, or a girl losing her husband or vice versa? I think of the people who never got the chance to have the opportunities I had.

Tony Curtis

#2. I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I don't trust it, I have to investigate the source.

Haruki Murakami

#3. stories lie hidden inside other stories, and we always know more about any given thing than we think we do, even if the only thing we know is nothing.

Gemma Files

#4. Richard Schiff is a really good baseball player. It's surprising because he looks exhausted.

Bradley Whitford

#5. A writer has no use for the clock. A writer lives in an infinity of days, time without end, ploughed under.

Jeanette Winterson

#6. Sexy plus naive is a tragic combination.

Joan Roughgarden

#7. He offered her the world. She said she had her own.

Monique Duval

#8. That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.

Max Muller

#9. There was a quality of loneliness to her that comes when your only friend walks away and you don't know why and there's no one else and never will be. A left-behind look.

Robert Crais

#10. I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.

Stephen Chbosky

#11. For Harley, reading was the equivalent of chocolate, sleep, and morphine all rolled into one. Like all cats, she was quite the hedonist.

Suzanne Wright

#12. Love is infinite, Becca. Like the universe, the stars, the planets. It goes on and on forever. Every time it's different, but it can never be measured or compared.

Joanna Wayne

#13. I'm really lucky in that I can do lots of different things. It must be really hard to just be a poet or just be a novelist - a constant cycle of effort and exhaustion and recuperation.

Mark Haddon