Many social critics wag their fingers at what they perceive to be frivolous luxury spending. But that misses the point that consumption… — Robert H. Frank Copy Share Image
There's a catharsis in cutting down trees. But there's absolutely none of that in picking cotton. It's maddening! It's fiddly, and it… — Chiwetel Ejiofor Copy Share Image
Seize every opportunity you have to learn. Keep your eyes and ears wide open and seize life — don't let the moments… — Richie Sambora Copy Share Image
My chest feels full of glitter and helium, the way it used to when I was little and riding my father's shoulders… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
If you mean do I use the guitar when I'm sitting at home writing stuff, then basically no, never. All I would… — Fred Frith Copy Share Image
If for just the time of a finger-snap a monk produces a thought of loving-kindness, develops it, gives attention to it, such… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Mama?" "Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. "How do… — Karen White Copy Share Image
The music I listened to when I was a kid was Sonny Boy Williams and Pinetop Perkins. He was the one who… — Ike Turner Copy Share Image
To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after… — Mary Stewart Copy Share Image
Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. ‘He might tell me how my story ends,’ he murmured. Meggie looked… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
Math? Forget about it. If I add four plus eight plus six, I have to count on my fingers. I guess I'm… — Jeff Dunham Copy Share Image
I had been a fan of the show [Flash] for many years, had auditioned several times, and knew it was coming towards… — Danielle Panabaker Copy Share Image
My heroines are always virgins. They never go to bed without a ring on their fingers; not until page 118 at least. — Barbara Cartland Copy Share Image
His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
You know how we say things like "I just have to be true to myself"? What does that mean? Great people always… — Caroline Myss Copy Share Image
This, my children," Alistair said proudly, "was barbecue pork." Dan rapped his fingers against the latch. "Been out in the sun for… — Peter Lerangis Copy Share Image
The one and original lovable monster is lost amid all the hydraulic manipulations in what now emerges as the story of a… — Judith Crist Copy Share Image
...smoking is just a habit. 'Tolstoy', she said, mentioning someone I hadn't met, 'says that just as much pleasure can be got… — P. G. Wodehouse Copy Share Image
Hey, this is Europe. We took it from nobody; we won it from the bare soil that the ice left. The bones… — Ken MacLeod Copy Share Image
There was a click and then nothing CALL DISCONECTED flashed on the digital display. "NO! NO!" Clary hit the redial button, her… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
She praised his book and he embraced her from gratitude rather than lust, but she didn't let go. Neither did he. She… — Anthony Marra Copy Share Image
If I am ever to find these trees meaningful I must have you by the hand. As it is, they stretch dusty… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
She smiled, pulling the photo a little closer, and I wondered if I should ask her, too, the question for my project,… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image