Cradock Quotes

#1. When you're a bed wetter there's only one group of people you can feel better than, bed shitters, and unfortunately they're hard to come by.

Sarah Silverman

#2. A man who does not lick his lips, can he blame the harmattan for drying them?

Chinua Achebe

#3. I mean, if we said right now, there's somebody in the next room who's dying, let's all go save their life, you know, everybody would just get up immediately and go get involved in that.

Bill Gates

#4. I realized that a surf trip on a jet can be like a road trip. If you see a road you want to turn down, you can just go there.

Nick Woodman

#5. When a man's ways please God, the stones of the street shall be at peace with him.

Walter Cradock

#6. It is so much easier to extol the virtues of civility than to talk civilly about the virtues we need to uphold.

Amitai Etzioni

#7. On each of two porches lie big chunks of serpentine - smooth as talc, mottled black and green. When you see rocks like that on a porch, a geologist is inside.

John McPhee

#8. You're successful if you can get one person to pick it up and put it on the turntable and go, Wow, thanks for writing that!

Dan Fogelberg

#9. The thing to know about my brother was that even though he was fifteen, he looked to be about the same age as me. Only, I'm not sure if that was because he looked older or I looked younger. I like to think it was a healthy mixture of both.

John Corey Whaley

#10. Take a saint, and put him into any condition, and he knows how to rejoice in the Lord.

Walter Cradock

#11. My answer provided me with the first smile I'd seen on William's face. It was more a grin, a cat-catches-the-canary kind of grin that froze me in place. Had I been more intuitive then, I would've known of the things to come.

Paloma Beck

#12. Feckless Fixation [10w]
Poets worry too much about other poets instead of writing.

Beryl Dov

#13. Fashion is about going ahead, not about memory.

Karl Lagerfeld

#14. I just like movies, not one particular kind or genre. In fact, movies that are harder to classify I like more.

Rob Zombie

#15. And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death had arrived, to walk the streets in the City of Blue Fire.

Steven Erikson

#16. Poetry seems to have been eliminated as a literary genre, and installed instead, as a kind of spiritual aerobic exercise - nobody need read it, but anybody can do it.

Marilyn Hacker