John Banville Quotes
There had been rain but it had stopped, and the light from a luminously clouded sky was pewter-bright, and puddles on the road were shivering in the wind, and the rooks above the trees in St Anne's Park were being tossed about the air like scraps of charred paper.
John Banville
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I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me, but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.
A. S. Byatt
I have a specialized racing bike, which is great because it has a solid build, is comfortable to ride, and is lightweight.
Patrick Dempsey
Every single day, I get up and I say, 'I am going to live and not die.'
Tammy Faye Bakker
Many people in the West do not realise how oppressive some Muslim states are - both for men and for women. This is a cultural issue, not an Islamic one.
Hamza Yusuf
Rag paper, containing hemp fiber, is the highest quality and longest lasting paper ever made. It can be torn when wet, but returns to its full strength when dry.
Jack Herer
Like so many women, especially military women, I waited to have children.
Tammy Duckworth
I guess that I've always wanted to be a Bond villain.
Angelina Jolie
A pessimist is one who builds dungeons in the air.
Walter Winchell
The artist is a receptacle for emotions derived from anywhere: from the sky, from the earth, from a piece of paper, from a passing figure, from a spider’s web. This is a spider's web. This is why one must not make a distinction between things. For them there are no aristocratic quarterings. One must take things where one finds them.
Pablo Picasso
There's a mouse in here with me. He's sitting there in the light of the lamp, looking up at me. He seems as surprised to see me as I am to see him. There he goes. I can hear him still, scurrying about somewhere under the hayrick. I think he's gone now. I hope he comes back. I miss him already.
Michael Morpurgo
When I was 14, I came to school in London. I remember it was very cold, but also having to adjust and become fluent in English.
Alek Wek
There had been rain but it had stopped, and the light from a luminously clouded sky was pewter-bright, and puddles on the road were shivering in the wind, and the rooks above the trees in St Anne's Park were being tossed about the air like scraps of charred paper.
John Banville