Trusten Polk Quotes

#1. Privacy is not explicitly spelled out in the Constitution as freedom of speech is in the First Amendment.

Larry Flynt

#2. For me a work of art must be an elevated interpretation of nature. The search for the ideal has been the purpose of my life. In landscape or seascape, I love above all the poetic motif.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

#3. She gathered up a few thoughts of the lovelier parts of the afternoon and stowed them away in the back of her mind, where they might remind her at some future date that lovely afternoons do not survive the chill of dusk.

Helen Simonson

#4. To me, politics is culture. I became a journalist, and later a filmmaker, to get to know my new country and my volatile place in it as a gay, undocumented Filipino-American.

Jose Antonio Vargas

#5. A lot of people don't like me. I take that as evidence that I have done something beautifully different or something extraordinary.

Daniel Pearce

#6. I know you will remember this - that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world - no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.

William, Saroyan

#7. Call me babe again, and I'll slit your throat," she said, the sweetness in her voice a direct contradiction to the daggers she gave him.

Katherine McIntyre

#8. But over these past few weeks, her existence has become tolerable. At least, out on the beaches, her privation and fear are rinsed away by wind and color and light. Most

Anthony Doerr

#9. As the Republican nominee, it was Romney's job to find a way to speak to some of those groups of voters and offer practical solutions to their difficulties that both resonated with them and sounded plausible to them.

John Podhoretz

#10. The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine.

Tove Jansson

#11. Someone should give them all an A+ for chewing, Vere whispered.

Anne Eliot

#12. Hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!

Charlotte Bronte