Canned Quotes (page 716)
![Chris Colfer quote: "A flame may love a snowflake, but they can never be together..."](/pic/340347/600x316/quotation-chris-colfer-a-flame-may-love-a-snowflake-but-they-can-never.jpg)
As he scribbled his odds and ends, he made a note reaffirming his belief that art always serves beauty, and beauty is delight in form, and form is the key to organic life, since no living thing can exist without it, so that every work of art, including tragedy, expresses the joy of existence.
Boris Pasternak
![C. S. Lewis quote: "To know what would have happened, child?... No. Nobody is ever..."](/pic/340297/600x316/quotation-c-s-lewis-to-know-what-would-have-happened-child-no.jpg)
I'd better light the charcoal," Gennie said after a moment."I didn't ask before," Grant began as they started down the pier. "But do you know how to cook on one of those things?"My dear Mr. Campbell," Gennie said in a fluid drawl, "you appear to have several misconceptions about southern women. I can cook on a hot rock."And wash shirts in a fast stream."Every bit as well as you could," Gennie tossed back. "You might have some advantage on me in mechanical areas, but I'd say we're about even...
Nora Roberts
![Thelonious Monk quote: "Where’s jazz going? I don’t know. Maybe it’s going to hell...."](/pic/340190/600x316/quotation-thelonious-monk-wheres-jazz-going-i-dont-know-maybe-its.jpg)
The Chinese poet George Wu ... recorded on his comlog: "Poets are the mad midwives to reality. They see not what is, nor what can be, but what must become." Later, on his last disk to his lover the week before he died, Wu said: "Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.
Dan Simmons
I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand:'Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don't go home'Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb.
Stephenie Meyer