Blake Quote by Donald Hall Download Open image “But Blake's voices returned to dictate revisions.” — Donald Hall ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blake Revision Voice
“A moment of silence, then Blake’s voice crackled through static, “Can’t—” The static sounded suspiciously like crinkling paper. “Hear—” More “static” then, “break—up.” — A&E Kirk Copy Share Image
“The music sounded crazy. Crazy—as if Blake had never known how to create a coherent song on a musical instrument. Maybe this Livia thing… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When she’d finished, Blake took the paper from her hands. He folded it and put it in his pocket, where it nestled side by… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
How capable are we of bringing about authentic change if we don't have voices from the margins? — Richard Twiss Copy Share Image
“When he’d composed himself, Blake kissed the top of her head. “Like I could ever say no to you.” — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
The amazing thing now is that most of those so-called critics who were telling me to find my own voice seem to have lost… — Brian Lumley Copy Share Image
“My mind was completely in the gutter... now it’s just disappointed. Blake, Always Summer ” — Criss Copp Copy Share Image
“Apologize to the lady,” Blake’s voice was smooth, calm, and deadly. He’d also unleashed his bright green eyes on the poor bastard, who looked… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“All the doctors and nurses assigned to Blake had that sad look in their eyes, like they were treating a damn dead dog or… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
“When a long-desired baby is born, what joy! More happiness than we find in sex, more than we take in success, revenge, or wealth.… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
“The tree is burning on the autumn noon That builds each year the leaf and bark again. Though frost will strip it raw and… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
“When I was sixteen I read ten books a week: E.E. Cummings, William Faulkner, Henry James, Hart Crane, John Steinbeck. I thought I progressed… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
Baseball, because of its continuity over the space of America and the time of America, is a place where memory gathers. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
Sweet death, small son, our instrument Of immortality, Your cries and hungers document Our bodily decay. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
For a hundred and fifty years, in the pasture of dead horses, roots of pine trees pushed through the pale curves of your ribs,… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
The pleasure we feel, reading a poem, is our assurance of its integrity. — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
“As Henry Moore carved or modelled his sculpture every day, he strove to surpass Donatello 4. and failed, but woke the next morning elated… — Donald Hall Copy Share Image
“I caught you!" he beamed. "See, girls really do throw themselves at me. Hey, guys!" His voice echoed off the carved stone and marble… — A&E Kirk Copy Share Image
Just remember that William Blake wasn't even published in his lifetime. Ya gotta keep creating. — Kris Kristofferson Copy Share Image
The Country Music Awards were held Wednesday night at Universal City. The best country songs are always about drinking and guns and love gone… — Argus Hamilton Copy Share Image
“... Blake is a ready-made patron saint for those wanting to elevate their marginality, dissent, and queerness into strength. The relative futility of Blake's… — Andrew Elfenbein Copy Share Image
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I haven't seen a professional player come out of New York in over 20 years since my brother Patrick came out. Blake spent a… — John McEnroe Copy Share Image
“Stop her!" Matthias bellowed as he thundered downstairs. Blake's mouth twisted sideways, hand tightened on the knob. What little breath I'd regained, caught. Heart… — A&E Kirk Copy Share Image
Perriwickturned to Penelope as he set the tray down on a table. "If I might be so bold, my lady-" "Perriwick!" Blake roared. "If… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“Sticks and stones will break your bones, but failure will get you killed.” — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“He’s the kind of man who if you gave him a gun and told him he had two choices—“shoot one of your dogs or… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their feet had… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
