Yegbage Quotes

#1. The Devil ... clutched hold of the miserable young man ... and flew off with him through the ceiling, since which time nothing has been heard of him.

Martin Luther

#2. Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch." "At least what I do is considered an art form," Chubs said. "Yes, in ye olde medieval Europe you would've been quite the catch -

Alexandra Bracken

#3. Begin thinking of death and you are no longer sure of your life. It's a Hebrew proverb.

Leo Gordon

#4. I put my hand next to his shoulder on the door frame, not touching, but real close. Look, Blondie. I'm not asking you to bottom, just to fucking navigate.

Rie Warren

#5. I feel like if you really know the ending right from the beginning, you can add so many subtleties and little things later that will pay off and be more consistent and more rewarding for the reader.

Jeff Lemire

#6. A player's ability to rebound is inversely proportional to the distance between where he was born and the nearest railroad tracks. The greater distance you live from the poor side of the railroad tracks, the less likely that you will be a good rebounder.

Pete Carril

#7. Why was I so hung up on anyone being brave? So what if 90 percent of artists, or people for that matter, were meek?

Peter Heller

#8. For most secrets are kept by these: the darkness, the silence, and the cat.

Wendy Beck

#9. For in order that man may do well, whether in the works of the active life, or in those of the contemplative life, he needs the fellowship of friends.

Thomas Aquinas

#10. We're all so mauled by information, but it's recycled information. We need to shut it out. So, you've got to get bizarre. This is an artist's purpose - to break away from the recycled. Performance art can do that.

Jack Bowman

#11. Arminian notion of Liberty of the Will, consisting in the will's Self-determination, is repugnant to itself, and shuts itself wholly out of the world.

Jonathan Edwards

#12. Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.

W. H. Auden