Emir Sanusi Quotes

#1. Spring me from this role I play of the smothered son in the Jewish joke! Because it's beginning to pall a little at thirty-three!

Philip Roth

#2. The holy child is waiting to be born in every instant, not just once a year.

Marianne Williamson

#3. Death is a divine appointment.

R.C. Sproul

#4. The key to happiness is not getting what you want but wanting what you get

Jane Green

#5. A book has neither object nor subject; it is made of variously formed matters, and very different dates and speeds.

Gilles Deleuze

#6. A GIANT SMILE spread across Pops's face when they entered the Blend bar. "What?" Wendy asked. "More cougars on those bar stools than on the Discovery Channel." The

Harlan Coben

#7. A few months ago you assassinated a man who called himself a god; now you're going after a goddess in truth. Unless you can figure out a way to kill continents, after this you're going to have to retire.

Brent Weeks

#8. When we're at our weakest, God's at His strongest. We serve a powerful God, boy, and last time I checked, He was still on the throne.

Michelle Griep

#9. We just can't shake monogamy. It definitely demands a kind of rigor and discipline and selflessness. But it's also fun.

Claire Danes

#10. I love you, Alayna. My precious. My love.

Laurelin Paige

#11. No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me.

Haruki Murakami

#12. I stare at the table for a moment, lost in thoughts of what it will be like to hold a human being that I made in my hands. I can write a song and I can play it until my fingers bleed, but I can't carry music in my hands. I can't touch it or smell it. I can't give it my heart.

Cassia Leo

#13. I also have intense relationships with furniture ... probably because we practically had none when I was growing up.

Barbra Streisand

#14. It's when you begin to lie to yourself in a poem in order to simply make a poem, that you fail.

Charles Bukowski