Quotes About Marly

#1. Oh, I'm so going to put a knife in the other side of your chest, I think, feeling stabby.

Amy A. Bartol

#2. What is a spouse for? Not to be your personal servant, certainly!

Marly Youmans

#3. Torquelike, fear encircled her throat with its dull constant pressure....
...give the newborn child fresh from his own salt sea a look at the bigger ocean he had crossed. p 20

Marly Youmans

#4. It is probably true that I would not have had as many children or mothers in my books without being a mother with children. It is definitely true that I would not have written about the Civil War without having a little guy who was obsessed with it.

Marly Youmans

#5. And waking, once again, face smudged into Andrea's couch, the red quilt humped around her shoulders, smelling coffee, while Andrea hummed some Tokyo pop song to herself in the next room, dressing, in a gray morning of Paris rain.

William Gibson

#6. The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

Marly Youmans

#7. I was very protective of my father and I didn't like these people who hung around outside all day. They creeped me out.

Lisa Marie Presley

#8. Bridget loved the Marly who glittered and preened, but this was the woman she remembered.
That was how the story went. That was how it really ended.

Ann Brashares

#9. Music, oh, how faint, how weak,
Language fades before thy spell!
Why should Feeling ever speak,
When thou canst breathe her soul so well?

Thomas Moore

#10. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down onto the forest floor and overhead you could see a blue sky between the tree tops.

C.S. Lewis

#11. Liken had discovered that she was scared of heights, secretly read erotic stories, and had incredibly ticklish feet.

Marly Chance

#12. Fear is acceptable, as long as I don't allow it to cripple me...

K.M. Shea

#13. I have no fear of death. We all die. I consider my remaining days to be like money in the bank. When it is all gone, I will be repossessed.

Roger Ebert

#14. People who live with largeness of soul are occupied by large problems.

John Ortberg

#15. Your first encounter of the day has a more direct bearing on your attitude for that day than your next five encounters.

Zig Ziglar

#16. If cosmological theory were dominated by women, who are no strangers to cycles, how can we know for sure that we wouldn't then be told that the oscillating universe is the more aesthetically fulfilling alternative?

Neil DeGrasse Tyson

#17. One day a whole damn song fell into place in my head.

Billie Holiday

#18. A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage tells of a young boy's travels through the black heart of Depression American and his search for light both metaphorical and real. Writing with a controlled lyrical passion, Marly Youmans has crafted the finest, and the truest period novel I've read in years.

Lucius Shepard

#19. he felt a pang of desire for the tintinnabulation of a Georgia summer. Strange, he thought, to long for the rasp of day- and dusk-singing cicadas and the night singers, katydids.

Marly Youmans

#20. You dangle on the leash of your own longing;
your need grows teeth

Margaret Atwood

#21. Time flies apace-we would fain believe that everything flies forward with it.

Friedrich Nietzsche

#22. Those who have arrived at any very eminent degree of excellence in the practice of an art or profession have commonly been actuated by a species of enthusiasm in their pursuit of it. They have kept one object in view amidst all the vicissitudes of time and torture.

John Knox

#23. He's quite horrible, Virek, I think . . ." Marly hesitated. "Quite likely," Andrea said, taking another sip of coffee. "Do you expect anyone that wealthy to be a nice, normal sort?" "I felt, at one point, that he wasn't quite human. Felt that very strongly.

William Gibson

#24. The box was nearly finished now, she thought, although it moved so quickly, in the padded claws, that it was difficult to see ... Abruptly, it floated free, tumbling end over end, and she sprang for it instinctively, caught it, and went tumbling past the flashing arms, her treasure in her arms.

William Gibson