Quotes About Impact

You meet people and sometimes they're more important to you than you are to them. Sometimes you just have to give thanks for all the ways knowing them

I say this as a young dad seeing children going into primary school: I don't think we should underestimate the formative effect on a child of those first years in primary school.

Compared to the millions killed in wars and genocides in the years that followed the fatwa, the pain the enemies of the novel inflicted was small. But it was sufficient. The threats against Rushdie produced a fear that suffused Western culture and paralysed its best instincts.

Impressive.

In my experience, whatever happens clings to us like barnacles on the hull of a ship, slowing us slightly, both uglifying and giving us texture. You can scrape all you want, you can, if you have money, hire someone else to scrape, but the barnacles will come back or at least leave a blemish on the steel.

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands - literally thousands - of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss.

If you really wanted to mess me up, you should have got to me earlier.

I headed out front to watch Paul McCartney and U2 perform 'Sgt Pepper' and even as a fully paid-up, jaded and jaundiced veteran of the music business, was moved by the power and strength of what was happening both on stage and in the audience.

You can forget Proust and those stupid cakes. Beatles' songs are more potent.

I always wanted to be a teacher.

You're like concrete. Completely real. Even just standing there, before you said anything, you made everything else real: the walls, the floors, what he'd done to me.

In my Armani suit I cut through the crowd like a hammerhead among trout.

She shines with your reflected wyrd.

She laid her hand briefly against Hild's cheek, which startled Hild so much she nearly knocked her cup over.

He could send his words trilling into the roof corners or scuttling through floor rushes.

I'm not pretty." "You don't need to be pretty. You're like lightning. Like a tide. Like a blizzard." "Something to run from." "Something to get caught up in. Somthing to remember for the rest of your life.

It is time to give your light to the world.

Perhaps she wasn't as good at it as he was. He cut too deep.

If she used weapons the way she used words, no one would stand against her; they'd have no idea where the stroke would fall next.

She looked at her big hand, red now. Men's blood. She had killed a man; more than one man. The world looked no different, but she felt different in it, as though it had tilted on its axis and the line of stars had changed.

True love, the type that strikes you down and makes you change forever, you feel that kind of love in every f*****g organ inside you. Liver, kidneys, heart, and spleen. Every tiny cell what makes up your brain and your spine, your bones and blood and muscles. It keens through you.

The so highly acclaimed "dominion of man over nature" turned out to be merely an enormous capability to kill.

In unremarkable texts we soon trip on phrases that penetrate into us, as if a sword has thrust up to its hilt inside us.

The horror of progress can only be measured by someone who has known a landscape before and after progress has transformed it.