Subway Footlong Quotes

#1. There was also no character arc. Change only comes when we face the difficulty of reality head-on. Fantasy changes nothing, which is why, once we're done fantasizing, it feels like a bankrupt story.

Donald Miller

#2. Whether consciously or not, sexist God language undermines the human equality of women made in the divine image and likeness.

Elizabeth A. Johnson

#3. What is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

Lynda Barry

#4. I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Galway Kinnell

#5. If we are to wield great magic, then let us learn from great teachers: the alchemists -- magicians par excellence.

Lawren Leo

#6. importance. A control knob cracked into a tiny mess in his careful hand.

Arlene Webb

#7. One of the most obtuse superstitions is the superstition of the scientists who say that man can exist without faith.

Leo Tolstoy

#8. There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.

Rosita Forbes

#9. When you go into the theatre and the lights dim, you want to entertain people from beginning to end. You want them to be swept up in your story, on the edge of their seats, unable to wait to see what happens next, be blown away and afterwards just go, 'Wow!'

John Lasseter

#10. That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

Sara Zarr

#11. The Press nowadays is not a literary press; classic diction and brilliancy of style do not distinguish it by any means.

Marie Corelli

#12. Mitochondrial DNA, which is a sort of abridged version of DNA, is passed directly from mother to child, so it's something that can be looked at to trace matrilineal descent.

Elizabeth Kolbert

#13. He wasn't just beautiful; he was ... enthralling. He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.

Sylvia Day

#14. This filthy twentieth century. I hate its guts.

A. L. Rowse