Choy Quotes

#1. The detective novel is the art-for-art's-sake of our yawning Philistinism, the classic example of a specialized form of art removed from contact with the life it pretends to build on.

V.S. Pritchett

#2. I think that Yulia Tymoshenko should prepare to resign. She understands that well.

Viktor Yanukovych

#3. I've always had an interest in business, and my interest in business has really expanded over the years.

Derek Jeter

#4. Just as long as newspapers and magazines are controlled by men, every woman upon them must write articles which are reflections of men's ideas. As long as that continues, women's ideas and deepest convictions will never get before the public.

Susan B. Anthony

#5. The ancient sages never put their teachings in systematic form. They spoke in paradoxes, for they were afraid of uttering half-truths. They began by talking like fools and ended up making their hearers wise.

Okakura Kakuzo

#6. I was living for one thing only, and that was to confirm my own lack of feeling.

Haruki Murakami

#7. The information was like a secret weapon hidden in her pocket, which she held in the palm of her hand, caressing its contours, considering its power.

Liane Moriarty

#8. It's easy to lie with statistics, but it's hard to tell the truth without them.

Charles Wheelan

#9. How can time be so wrong for love to come along? Catch me I'm falling for you ...

Toni Gonzaga

#10. Yes, yes," Gee Sook said. "Look how Jung stands like a man today.

Wayson Choy

#11. The sheer volume of evidence for survival after death is so immense that to ignore it is like standing at the foot of Mount Everest and insisting that you cannot see the mountain.

Colin Wilson

#12. I'd always wanted to be an actress, and suddenly I knew that learning to control my facial muscles was one of the best assets I could have as a performer.

Jane Greer

#13. I've allowed some of these points to stand, because this is a book of memory, and memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make it tell a truthful story.

Tobias Wolff

#14. While we played, Meiying often sat by herself on the bench, huddled against the chill, looking at the library books on her lap, the pages glowing under the street lamp. The pages would sometimes turn in the wind, but she did not notice.

Wayson Choy