Essentialists Stress Quotes

#1. As far as I'm concerned, the only difference between fact and what most people call fiction is about fifteen pages in the dictionary.

Charles De Lint

#2. People are told their rights when they're arrested. Consumers getting collection letters are entitled to the same courtesy.

Gary Weiss

#3. Oh, bullshit. You didn't come here to make sure I was okay. You came here because you wanted to save poor little Margo from her troubled little self, so that I would be oh-so-thankful to my knight in shining armour

John Green

#4. I believe the public's confidence would be increased if the federal government took over the functions of airport security screening for all passengers.

David Neeleman

#5. You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

Emily Dickinson

#6. My father was unwell when I was 11, had a stroke at 14 and died when I was 18. My mother going to work at seven in the morning and coming back to look after him and me and my brother left its mark on me.

John Caudwell

#7. The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

John Clare

#8. Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.

Hermann Hesse

#9. Eric Buckner is the most athletic big man I've ever coached.

Ron Hunter

#10. Sam loved to listen to music and make his own songs, to wear soft velvets, to play in the castle kitchen beside the cooks, drinking in the rich smells as he snitched lemon cakes and blueberry tarts. His passions were books and kittens and dancing, clumsy as he was.

George R R Martin

#11. O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.

John Milton

#12. I'm more than just an option.

Drake

#13. Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn't burn up any fossil fuel, doesn't pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance.

Margaret Mead