Elizabeth Bisland Quotes
Perhaps the potency of fever, of drugs, of alcohol, or of mania may open up deeps of memory, of primordial memory, that are closed to the milder magic of sleep. The subtle poison in the grape may gnaw through the walls of Time and give the memory sight of those terrible days when we wallowed — nameless shapes — in the primaeval slime.
Elizabeth Bisland
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Children seem naturally drawn to poetry - it's some combination of the rhyme, rhythm, and the words themselves.
Jack Prelutsky
It's funny, because I have periods where I just kind of go dark. I don't tweet, I don't talk, I don't interview, and then I have times where I do.
Lance Armstrong
Each time I free a child, I feel it is something closer to God.
Kailash Satyarthi
Any one who wants to live in peace and freedom will be to live by toil, demonstration of high levels of discipline and tolerance for one another.
Yahya Jammeh
I like having a private name and a public name. It helps keep things straight.
S. E. Hinton
The relationship I have to everyday life is very European. We have a different relationship with religion, with faith, with nudity, with sex, with food.
Vincent Cassel
I'm not here to win a popularity contest.
Gary Bettman
Comedy is just one of the many professions that women are taking over.
Natasha Leggero
I want to find material that piques my interest, keeps me outside the box and challenges me.
Kyle Chandler
I spent a lot of time at my grandparents in the school holidays, and the only books in the house were a copy of the Bible and Agatha Christie's 'Murder at the Vicarage.' I developed a taste for murder mysteries and then later discovered libraries, second-hand bookshops, and jumble sales.
Val McDermid
There's still a bit of a problem, in that so many leading English roles are taken by American or French actresses.
Joely Richardson
Perhaps the potency of fever, of drugs, of alcohol, or of mania may open up deeps of memory, of primordial memory, that are closed to the milder magic of sleep. The subtle poison in the grape may gnaw through the walls of Time and give the memory sight of those terrible days when we wallowed — nameless shapes — in the primaeval slime.
Elizabeth Bisland