Petrin Hill Quotes

#1. They were kids. Kids don't care about totalitarianism. For my parents, Prague is picnics on Petrin Hill and homemade knedliky. It's home. They didn't notice the tanks in the backyard, the blood in the streets.

Robin Wasserman

#2. Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

Truth Devour

#3. Well, another female child is born into the world! Last Sunday afternoon, Harriot Eaton Stanton - oh! the little heretic thus to desecrate that holy holiday - opened her soft blue eyes on this mundane sphere.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton

#4. Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.

Joyce Carol Oates

#5. I think I'm in love with missing you more than I'm in love with you.

Sylvia Plath

#6. I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Isaac Marion

#7. There's only one kind of girl I can tolerate being, and it is not the Girl Who Gives it All Up for Love.

J.C. Lillis

#8. Most information doesn't constitute a story. Think of a telephone directory: lots of information, strong cast, but a bit weak on narrative. What counts in a story is its meaning. And that's a very different concept from information.

Ian Stewart

#9. I always had this notion of a noir novel in Galway. The city is exploding, emigration has reversed, and we are fast becoming a cosmopolitan city.

Ken Bruen

#10. She will either save us or be the death of us all.

Alanea Alder

#11. Helder said the goal of therapy was to make a container to hold all the disparate selves. I was going to need a big container. One that could hold hordes.

Heather Sellers

#12. I certainly know first hand the waste one lady can create through her primping routine, because I am a victim of fashion: to me a day without makeup and a bouffant to match is a day wasted. I love it all - whether it's fancy, cheap or, I'm ashamed to say, even if it's bad for the environment.

Beth Ditto

#13. At last, small witches, goblins, hags, And pirates armed with paper bags Their costumes hinged on safety pins, Go haunt a night of pumpkin grins.

John Updike

#14. My language is the sum total of myself.

Charles Sanders Peirce