We lawyers are always curious, always inquisitive, always picking up odds and ends for our patchwork minds, since there is no knowing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I grew up poor in India, and there were days when we struggled to find food and other basic necessities. Our mother… — Naveen Jain Copy Share Image
The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of… — Sue Grafton Copy Share Image
When we are young, we think life will be like a supo: one fabric, one weave, one grand design. But in truth,… — Alan Brennert Copy Share Image
Any fool can tell a story. Take a few odds and ends of things that happen to you, dress them up, shuffle… — Lloyd Alexander Copy Share Image
Negro servants have been smuggling odds and ends out of white homes for generations, and white people have been delighted to have… — James A. Baldwin Copy Share Image
The day when the scientist, no matter how devoted, may make significant progress alone and without material help is past. This fact… — Ernest Lawrence Copy Share Image
So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we… — Sue Grafton Copy Share Image
When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Kitschis one of the major categories of the modern object. Knick-knacks, rustic odds-and-ends, souvenirs, lampshades, and African masks: the kitsch-object is collectively… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“It wasn't like the spare rooms of immigrants––packed to the rafters with all that they have ever possessed, no matter how defective… — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
Tedious as it may appear to some to dwell on the discovery of odds and ends that have, no doubt, been thrown… — Augustus Pitt Rivers Copy Share Image
Corrigan told me once that Christ was quite easy to understand. He went where He was supposed to go. He stayed where… — Colum McCann Copy Share Image
You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A little rain, a little blood. Black fingernails in August; and going berserk, going bananas. As if entrapped in a tropical heatwave,… — Adam Zagajewski Copy Share Image
