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I lay there knowing something eerie ties us to the world of animals. Sometimes the animals pull you backward into it. You share hunger and fear with them like salt in blood. Barry Lopez
The planet Venus, a circle of silver in a green sky, pierced the edge of the evening while the wintry woods darkened about me and in the stillness the regular sound of my footsteps striking the pavement was like a the rhythmic beating of a giant stone heart. Gore Vidal
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates. From it's own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, not falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be. Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory Percy Bysshe Shelley
Anne Lamott quote: "I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me..."
I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this. Anne Lamott
Laurell K. Hamilton quote: "I was caught between going yippy-skippy i get to play with..."
I was caught between going yippy-skippy i get to play with them both, and running like hell. Laurell K. Hamilton
Whenever I can’t sleep, I like to lie in the darkness and pretend I’ve been assassinated. I’ve found this is the best way to get comfortable. I imagine I’m in the coffin at my funeral, and people from my past are walking by my corpse and making comments about my demise. Chuck Klosterman
My sisters and I stand, arms around each other, laughind and wiping the tears from each others eyes. The flash of the Polaroid goes off and my family hands me the snapshot. My sisters and I watch quietly together, eager to see what develops. Ghe grey-greensurface changes to the bright colors of our three images, sharpening and deepening all at once. And although we don't speak, I know we all see it: Together we look like our mother. Her same eyes, her same mouth, open in suprise to see, her... Amy Tan
And yet I adore him. I think he's quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible? and there is absolutely nobody like him. Vladimir Nabokov
I like the sound of people's voices, and I think what a man says can very well tell what he's thinking, whether he's lying or not. Ernest Gaines
Neil Gaiman quote: "Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head..."
Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea. Neil Gaiman
You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake. Jodi Picoult
Did we have sex?" he asked directly. For about two minutes, this might actually be fun. "Eric," I said, "we had sex in every position I could imagine, and some I couldn’t. We had sex in every room in my house, and we had sex outdoors. You told me it was the best you’d ever had." (At the time he couldn’t recall all the sex he’d ever had. But he’d paid me a compliment.) "Too bad you can’t remember it," I concluded with a modest smile. Eric looked like I’d hit him in the forehead with a mallet.... Charlaine Harris
But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember them. Neil Gaiman
Ann Landers quote: "Asking a writer what he thinks about critics is like asking..."
Asking a writer what he thinks about critics is like asking what a fire hydrant feels about dogs. Ann Landers
he looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way. Stephen King

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