I am a simple man and I use simple materials: Ivory Black, Vermilion, Prussian Blue, Yellow Ochre, Flake White and no medium.… — L. S. Lowry Copy Share Image
The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
The speckled sky is dim with snow, The light flakes falter and fall slow; Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, Silently drops… — John Townsend Trowbridge Copy Share Image
I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
There is a hollow, holey cylinder running from hilt to point in my machete. When I blow across the mouthpiece in the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
We live a pleasant life shopping at the Food Shoppe . . . taking the kids to the Weinery-Beanery, . . .… — Garrison Keillor Copy Share Image
If one yearns to see the face of the Divine, one must break out of the aquarium, escape the fish farm, to… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning—first fallen flake of the coming snows… — Alexander Smith Copy Share Image
Oh yeah - you have to write every day. Or every weekday. Because writing is a job. It's not eureka moments over… — Tim Schafer Copy Share Image
If she possessed any memory whatsoever of the days when she'd been whole, her shattered recollections were scattered across the darkscape of… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
“The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their… — Peter Heller Copy Share Image
You guys make the rules up, so a foul is a foul. It doesn't matter if a guy is bigger and stronger.… — Shaquille O'Neal Copy Share Image
Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, On the lake below thy gentle eyes; The clouds hang over it, heavy… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Have you ever noticed how they keep improving your laundry detergent, but they still can't get those blue flakes out? Why do… — Jerry Seinfeld Copy Share Image
