Ferrall Coast Quotes

#1. It is pretty clear from Facebook we can enjoy entertaining each other as much as we enjoy surfing the experts' expressions.

Joe Lambert

#2. Change & transformation. That kind of magic.

Julia Green

#3. It had been a long time since he'd had a woman wrap her arms around his waist and hang on like her life depended on it. It felt nice. Very nice.
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After two months on her own, the touch of a man felt nice. Very nice.

Nicki Edwards

#4. Sometimes creativity is a compulsion, not an ambition.

Edward Norton

#5. When I'm working, I don't wear any makeup at all. Unless I am doing an event, I love to wear no makeup at all, which is hardly ever as I am working every day!

Paris Hilton

#6. In an insane world a sane man must appear insane.

C. William King

#7. This is really a twin tragedy, both for the people who were misled over there, and for those of us who were misled over here.

Donald Kennedy

#8. I should wish you to think more deeply, to look further, and aim higher than you do.

Anne Bronte

#9. The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.

John Cheever

#10. The sinister fact about literary censorship in England is that it is largely voluntary. Unpopular ideas can be silenced, and inconvenient facts kept dark, without the need for any official ban.

George Orwell

#11. Self interest feeds more people than self sacrifice.

James Cook

#12. He thought of these years as another life within the one he had. As though it were a thing he was able to carry. A small box. A handkerchief. A stone.

Paul Yoon

#13. There's scarce a case comes on but you shall find
A woman's at the bottom.
[Lat., Nulla fere causa est in qua non femina litem moverit.]

Juvenal

#14. The river, it's banks as yet untamed wandered languidly through thickets of rush and papyrus. Ibises waded in the shallows; in the deeps hippos rose and sank slowly like pickled eggs.

Terry Pratchett