On The Day You Were Born Book Quotes

#1. I'd forced books on my kids from the day they were born and, as it turned out, it had been completely unnecessary because all of them liked to read. Or maybe they liked to read because I'd read aloud nearly every children's book in print.

Jeff Shelby

#2. I would rather be at Reggae Sunsplash, which happens once a year, than doing some horrible Brady Bunch reunion.

Susan Olsen

#3. Your life is a book;
it begins the day you are born,
the chapters pile up as you grow,
and the book ends as you die.

Matshona Dhliwayo

#4. I long believed that one was born a writer, that it was enough to allow to ripen within oneself for an appropriate number of years this precious seed, and that then one day the first book would appear, as had earlier, at the appointed hour, the first tooth. 53

Marcel Benabou

#5. This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. First the day after tomorrow must come for me. Some men are born posthumously.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#6. The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.

Ovid

#7. Hold Everything Dear

John Berger

#8. I'm going to cut you loose. With all due respect, Doctor, if you fuck with me I'll shoot you dead, here and now. Do you understand that?"- Clarice

"Perfectly."- Hannibal Lecter

"Do right and you'll live through this." -Clarice

Thomas Harris

#9. I didn't ask to be born!"
"No, but I asked." He was breathing hard. His eyes hard and glinting with a fire that burned straight through me. "I asked for you every day of my life!

Airicka Phoenix

#10. Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision.

Aldous Huxley

#11. Not finishing is incrediable... it's open end!?

Deyth Banger

#12. The holy book in the longest continuous use - the Talmud - commands the observant one to thank his maker every day that he was not born a woman.

Christopher Hitchens

#13. Shadow brushed his teeth and washed his face in the cold water of the little bathroom, and then walked back down the hall to the sitting room, turned out the light, and was asleep before his head touched the pillow.

Neil Gaiman

#14. In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth century, a boy was born to a poor family of the name of Canty, who did not want him.

Mark Twain