Quotes About Author

One becomes sated with platitudes no less than honey, so that one often breaks another's bones in one's vexation.

Twango's hospitality, though largely symbolic, does him credit.

Weamish looked here and there to discover the source of the call. Observing Twango and Soldinck, he uttered a wild cry in which defiance seemed mingled with mirth. That is at best an ambiguous response, said Soldinck.

But what a pity; I have business to transact with Lugo Teehalt!" "It is pointless then to approach me.

On occasion I read Raymond Chandler although I have certain reservations about this author. Chandler, while obviously a master of his craft, makes overuse of simile, to my annoyance.

From Life, Volume I, by Unspiek, Baron

There are also those who, like the author, ensconce themselves on a thunderous crag of omniscience and, with protestations of humility which are either unconvincing or totally absent, assume the obligation of appraisal, commendation, derogation or denunciation of their contemporaries. Still, by and large it is an easier job than digging a ditch.

Conditions at Flutic are always optimum and at worst meticulous.

One of the first to reevaluate Genghis Khan was an unlikely candidate: peace advocate Jawaharlal Nehru, the father of Indian independence.

There are no finite answers to many questions. What really counted was your thought process.

In trying to formalize a rule, we look for truth, but what we find is knowledge, and what we fail to find is certainty. This limitation has no special bearing on the knowledge of self.

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.

Questions are dangerous because they have answers

It is my fate, it seems, to fall privy to rare and splendid vistas in a state of exhaustion too profound to care.

He paced the room like a caged tiger, splendid in his wounded anger.

There is something innately pitiful about a man in vambraces spewing up his breakfast.

Fancy wording, right? That's what comes from hanging out with a six-hundred-year-old Eastern European nobleman.

Somewhat to my surprise, there were several polite golf claps. Vampires.

As much as I might wish for a reason I could understand, in my heart, and not only in the dark intuitive part of me that shuddered away from such comprehension, it would never come.

Ben Lewis. He's in Afghanistan. He is? I blinked. In the army ? Well, he's not there on his honeymoon.

a surge of grief, I, who had never known men, as I stood in front of this man who had wanted to overcome fear and despair to enter eternity upright and furious.

I think you can only make statements like 'She was pathological' if you are absolutely sure of your own sanity, which I consider a morally unacceptable position.

I've got a library copy of Gone with the Wind , a quart of milk and all these cookies. Wow! What an orgy!