Philip Sidney Quotes
....But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay,Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart and write.'
Philip Sidney
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I have a severe Google Reader habit. I think people will use blog forms and Twitter to contrive fiction.
Patrick Nielsen Hayden
We are very serious about imposing weapons restrictions on the PFLP and other Palestinian groups operating from their camps in Lebanon.
Walid Jumblatt
Too many times, the international community has not prepared the post-conflict period in time.
Federica Mogherini
I'm going to prove to the fans, going to prove to my teammates, that I can be a better defensive player, offensive player, to win games.
Pablo Sandoval
Oddly, a search for 'jeggings' in my email inbox shows that my first exposure to the phenomenon came from - wait for it - Mike Allen of 'Politico,' who helpfully explained the concept on December 20, 2009.
Rachel Sklar
We all accept the visual shorthand used throughout comics: if something's farther away, it'll be drawn with a thinner, simpler line, eventually leaving out most visual information and becoming a gesture, a skeletal representation of a thing.
Nate Powell
You create a world away from home and make new rooms for yourself. But when you arrive back home in your old rooms, the world you've made for yourself ceases to be real. Everything seems to crumble. Anyone who's been sent away to boarding school can understand that.
Colm Toibin
It doesn't seem as if there's that much of a difference between a big production and a little production, other than you have a smaller space in which to get dressed and you have a shorter waiting time.
Jennifer Beals
God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.
Theodore Roethke
I'm a folk artist at heart.
Jenny Scheinman
I would like my pictures to look as if a human being had passed between them, like a snail, leaving a trail of the human presence and memory trace of past events, as the snail leaves its slime.
Francis Bacon
....But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay,Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:'Fool,' said my Muse to me, 'look in thy heart and write.'
Philip Sidney