John Dryden Quotes
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore;Long labours both by sea and land he bore.
John Dryden
Quotes to Explore
You know, on the road, I never miss a meal. I eat five, six, seven times a day, depending on when I wake up and when I got to sleep. I never miss a training day. I always get my four days out of my seven.
Warren Cuccurullo
Duran Duran
It's so hard for me to kind of fall in love with comedy, but if something comes my way... I mean, I loved 'Weird,' I thought that was a really fun character.
Aaron Paul
There are no benefactors in Canada because there is no incentive.
Lara St. John
I just can't get used to the idea of being somebody unreal in people's minds. I can't live my life like that. And it's just anathema to being a writer. It's not healthy.
Zadie Smith
I think writers have to be proactive: they've got to use new technology and social media. Yes, it's hard to get noticed by traditional publishers, but there's a great deal of opportunity out there if you've got the right story.
Ian Rankin
There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them.
C. S. Lewis
The imagined beings have their insides on the outside; they are visible souls. And man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all till we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?
C. S. Lewis
There was this darkness about being from New Jersey.
Jack Antonoff
Fun.
I guess I'm in a state of becoming. Even though I've had a full career and I've been around a long time, it's like dinosaurs are coming back. It's all new. I'm having to be on my own and seeing how exciting life can be now.
Valerie Simpson
I don't know to what extent someone can BECOME an artist - you either are or you aren't - and if you are you'll HAVE to make your way to some kind of sickly light, no matter how terrible the soil you were seeded in your nature will out somehow.
David Knopfler
Dire Straits
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore;Long labours both by sea and land he bore.
John Dryden