Joanne Dru Quotes

#1. The Iliad is the private lives of people thrown into disorder by history.

Raymond Queneau

#2. The flute of the Pied Piper of Hamelin has never left us and it is essential that we train our ear to detect its false notes because in our case the flute is being played by the rats.

Dimitris Mita

#3. The most awkward means are adequate to the communication of authentic experience, and the finest words no compensation for lack of it. It is for this reason that we are moved by the true Primitives and that the most accomplished art craftsmanship leaves us cold.

Ananda Coomaraswamy

#4. Women who drove like badasses, threw punches without hesitation, and filled out a pair of jeans while they did it were my ultimate type. Sexy.

Cambria Hebert

#5. Desperate to know your true self. Bring it out; it permits me to bring my uniqueness. I never afraid your true self. Your shadow scar me

Assegid Habtewold

#6. There are times," Leofric grumbled, "when you are an earsling." An earsling was something that had dropped out of a creature's backside and was one of Leofric's favourite insults. We were friends.

Bernard Cornwell

#7. No one can escape stress, but you can learn to cope with it. Practice positive thinking ... seize control in small ways.

Adele Scheele

#8. You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

Catherynne M Valente

#9. Teens are desperate to have access to and make sense of public life; understanding the technologies that enable publics is just par for the course.

Danah Boyd

#10. Standing by the frozen glass, he stared down at the icy, barely lit streets running towards the river Seine, the bell-clanging local church, then to the sky like black lead. ("Israbel")

Tanith Lee

#11. Marriage, it seems, confines every man to his proper rank.

Jean De La Bruyere

#12. That test should not be about ratings. What should weigh is the knowledge that a public broadcaster delivers programmes that matter.

Jonathan Dimbleby

#13. Is this how you repay my goodness
with badness?" cried the boy. "Of course," said the crocodile out of the corner of his mouth. "That is the way of the world.

Alex Haley

#14. You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.

William Blake

#15. When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.

R.L. LaFevers