Eve Merriam Quotes
It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It's a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. 'Beauty,' we shall call you. 'Beauty' come in.
Eve Merriam
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A peculiar fact about termite-tapeworm-fungus-moss art is that it goes always forward, eating its own boundaries, and, likely as not, leaves nothing in its path other than the signs of eager, industrious, unkempt activity.
Manny Farber
What I am really curious about is the visuals of cinema... the form.
Valeria Golino
Beethoven and Beatles, Mozart and Michael Jackson, Paganini and Prince - I like them all.
Vanessa Mae
Dancehall culture in Europe is very close to Jamaica. Europe and Japan have a very close link to Jamaican dancehall culture, where it's all about sound-systems and horns and girls dancing all crazy - that happens a lot in those places.
Leighton Paul Walsh
I know I should feel anger at my father for certain things. But since he died when I was 11, I never got to that point.
Nathaniel Kahn
There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea
Kahlil Gibran
Be wary of cutting and pasting research nuggets directly into your manuscript.
Gayle Lynds
When I'm writing the book I'm laughing at just how overblown the characters seemed. How full of himself he seems. But I didn't get far enough in the series to really drive the joke of it home.
Jhonen Vasquez
I ran away from my home in Gwalior and bought myself a ticket to Delhi. That was the nearest metro, and the cheapest ticket was for Rs 74.
Harshvardhan Rane
I have also noticed that when a rider who had confidence in his ability was defeated, after doing his level best to win, always received an ovation from the gathering.
Major Taylor
All great actions return to God, from whom they are derived.
Jules Verne
It's just an old alley cat that has followed us all the way home. It hasn't a star on its forehead, or a silky satiny coat. No proud tiger stripes, no dainty tread, no elegant velvet throat. It's a splotchy, blotchy city cat, not a pretty cat, a rough little bag of old bones. 'Beauty,' we shall call you. 'Beauty' come in.
Eve Merriam
