Premiado Palito Quotes

#1. Journalism has a special, hallowed place for stories of its practitioners' persecution.

Thomas Frank

#2. She looked up at his face, even though she knew how that was going to feel, like someone was hooking her insides out through her chest.

Rainbow Rowell

#3. God hath put no such difference between the Male and Female as man would make.

Margaret Fell

#4. Your life can be what you want it to be ... You'll make it through whatever comes along. Within you are so many answers. Understand, have courage, be strong.

Douglas Pagels

#5. Dave was a confirmed serotonin junkie. Any day of the year, he chose a good book, a hot cupper, and air-conditioning over jeopardy to life and limb.

Dan Sofer

#6. The beautiful thing about hip-hop is it's like an audio collage. You can take any form of music and do it in a hip-hop way and it'll be a hip-hop song. That's the only music you can do that with.

Talib Kweli

#7. When I was younger - up until I was 19 years old and in college - I was surrounded with people in high school who felt like they knew what they wanted to do with their lives, and that was intimidating to me because I didn't.

James Marsden

#8. The United States is such a potent political, cultural, and economic model in the evocation of the contemporary world, that to come here, select some elements from the prototype and rearrange them, that's really interesting artistically.

Bruno Dumont

#9. The discovery of one star is the promise of another.

Robert Aris Willmott

#10. Thus out of small beginnings greater things have been produced by His hand that made all things of nothing, and gives being to all things that are; and, as one small candle may light a thousand, so the light here kindled hath shone unto many ...

William Bradford

#11. Junction at the top of the stairs. She gave a curious glance down General Tilney's corridor, but she

Val McDermid

#12. At five in the morning the Loire is still and sumptuous with mist. The water is beautiful at that time of the day, cool and magically pale, the sandbanks rising like lost continents. The water smells of night, and here and there a spray of new sunlight makes mica shadows on the surface.

Joanne Harris

#13. And I thought Ereaders could not become any more dreadful.

S.A. Tawks