Debi Gliori Quotes
Growing up a lonely only child prepared me for the years of solitude spent as a writer; years spent in the company of people who don't exist, imaginary people you have conversations with. It's a paid form of madness, this writing stuff.
Debi Gliori
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A lot of people have the misconception that, as a Muslim woman, I am somehow against women wearing bikinis. No, I want women to feel comfortable and confident in whatever they wear.
Halima Aden
If you don't stick up for what's yours, and defend what's yours... what are you?
Randy Quaid
People who work 44 hours per week make 50 percent more than people who work 34 hours a week.
Warren Farrell
Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.
E. L. James
I've been writing about my boyhood, when I was a little kid back on my grandfather's farm where we didn't know about black widow spiders or all that stuff. But writing about that is so easy.
Kary Mullis
I first heard African drum rhythms and chants at the movies. Then, when I had the opportunity to go to Africa and visit the villages, I heard the real, raw, true rhythms and realised the origins of the old Negro spirituals I grew up with in the South.
Isaac Hayes
So certainly, if we can tell evil stories to make people sick, we can also tell good myths that make them well.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.
E. L. Doctorow
I'll say that I don't think you can throw a stone and not come in contact with someone who knows someone or has problems with substance abuse.
Octavia Spencer
Music is an art and art has its own rules. And one of them is that you must pay more attention to it than anything else in the world, if you are going to be true to yourself. And if you don't do it - and you are an artist - it punishes you.
Eunice Kathleen Waymon
For fifteen years, I was a teacher of youth. They were years out of the fullness and bloom of my younger manhood. They were years mingled of half breathless work, of anxious self-questionings, of planning and replanning, of disillusion, or mounting wonder.
W. E. B. Du Bois
Growing up a lonely only child prepared me for the years of solitude spent as a writer; years spent in the company of people who don't exist, imaginary people you have conversations with. It's a paid form of madness, this writing stuff.
Debi Gliori