I hate libraries for the way they put stickers on things. I don't approve of folding over pages, or of writing in… — Jonathan Lethem Copy Share Image
There are many teachers who could ruin you. Before you know it you could be a pale copy of this teacher or… — Berenice Abbott Copy Share Image
The childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister… — Andy Warhol Copy Share Image
But in the east the sky was pale and through the gray woods came lanterns with wagons and horses, bringing Grandpa and… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
Time, which is so often an enemy in life, can also become our ally if we see how a pale moment can… — Peter Brook Copy Share Image
The night folds her trembling hands over a weary world. Out of a pale blue rises the shining moon. My thoughts are… — Joseph Goebbels Copy Share Image
Let me tell you what I look like: pale face, long hair, and a tiny start of a paunch. In addition, an… — Albert Einstein Copy Share Image
Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes,… — Ella Maillart Copy Share Image
And Jessamine-Jessamine was gazing at her in abject horror, like someone who has seen a vision of their own ghost. For a… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you go through any newspaper or magazine and look for active, kicking verbs in the sentences, you will realize that this… — Rudolf Flesch Copy Share Image
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Henceforth the cosmos, once a swarm of blazing galaxies, each a swarm of stars, was composed wholly of star-corpses. These dark grains… — Olaf Stapledon Copy Share Image
A work of art contains its verification in itself: artificial, strained concepts do not withstand the test of being turned into images;… — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Copy Share Image
There's always something to do if you don't have to work or consider the cost. It's no real fun but the rich… — Raymond Chandler Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a woman's fair?Or make pale my cheeks with care,'Cause another's rosy are?Be she fairer than the… — George Wither Copy Share Image
The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out… — Wilkie Collins Copy Share Image
I buy Coppertone Water Babies in abundance at the airport, SPF 60 or 70. I like being pale; I like looking like… — Jennifer Stone Copy Share Image
Curses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I am thoroughly satisfied that smoking is detrimental to the intelligence of Australians who I notice now are beginning to look sickly,… — King O'Malley Copy Share Image
If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner, And take to light claret instead of pale ale; Look down with an… — Henry Sambrooke Leigh Copy Share Image
Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm… — Sigrid Undset Copy Share Image
Go to Old Delhi,and look at the way they keep chickens there in the market. Hundred of pale hens and brightly colored… — Aravind Adiga Copy Share Image
There would have to be bread, some rich, whole-grain bread and zwieback, and perhaps on a long, narrow dish some pale Westphalian… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
galatea was a serious girl. she was pale and looked like tears all over. big ed passed his hand through his hair… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I remember it all: every word, every breath, every tick of the clock . . . everything that happened is with me… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I did not do it. Yet now I wish I had.’ He turned to face the hall, that sea of pale faces.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
[Aldous Huxley] compared the brain to a 'reducing valve'. In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
I've thought many times, 'I can't write this,' but on my own little planet I found the courage to write it because… — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern,… — Trevor Howard Copy Share Image
I was in good shape from Divergent. Damien Chazelle, the director of Whiplash told me, ‘Stop Working Out! Don’t go outside!’ He… — Miles Teller Copy Share Image
There was a Yale even before Larry [Kramer] and I got there, and there were three designations of students: "white shoe," "brown… — Kevin Sessums Copy Share Image
Here is what I am not going to do: I am not going to go to a restaurant, take pictures of my… — Jonathan Dee Copy Share Image
With these shreds They vented their complainings, which being answered And a petition granted them, a strange one, To break the heart… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The Holy Night We sate among the stalls at Bethlehem; The dumb kine from their fodder turning them, Softened their horned faces… — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image