James Joyce Quotes
I laugh at it today, now that I have had all the good of it. Let the bridge blow up, provided I have got my troops across... Nonetheless, that book was a terrible risk. A transparent leaf separates it from madness.
James Joyce
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It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.
Walter Scott
Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us.
Daniel Burnham
Any form of art is political if you make it that way.
D.R.A.M.
I have favorite authors from a lifetime of reading, so there are some I'll automatically read every time they have a new novel. Included in them: Robert Goddard, Jeffery Deaver, Sophie Kinsella, Katherine Neville, Greg Isle, Laurie King, Lee Child, Lisa Tucker, Susan Howatch, Paul Auster. Barry Eisler, David Hewson, Tracy Chevalier.
M. J. Rose
I admit that when challenging times first surface, it's not first instinct to do a happy dance. But when you take time to pause and add insight to injury, you will immediately start to feel empowered to make those majorly needed life shifts.
Karen Salmansohn
In the Great Depression, you bought something if you had the cash to buy it.
S. Truett Cathy
My love of reading and the English language is something given to me by my parents, and I've passed it on to my children.
Corin Tucker
In any small town, sports are really important to the high school, and I wasn't very good at sports.
Martina McBride
Remember: If you don’t find risk, risk will find you.
Reid Hoffman
After I did 'Brooklyn,' I did about five or six violent films in one way or another, and not always with me being the bad guy, but something violent about it to keep the street cred up, really.
Emory Cohen
I say 'I love you' to my daughters every day.
Amy Chua
I laugh at it today, now that I have had all the good of it. Let the bridge blow up, provided I have got my troops across... Nonetheless, that book was a terrible risk. A transparent leaf separates it from madness.
James Joyce