Dana Gioia Quotes
This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, hours, days the calendar compounds as if the past existed somewhere like an inheritance still waiting to be claimed.
Dana Gioia
Quotes to Explore
When you can score three goals without the most prolific scorer in the world, you know you have a lot of depth, and it gives you confidence.
Abby Wambach
I used to get a haircut every Saturday so I would never miss any of the comic books. I had practically no hair when I was a kid!
R. L. Stine
In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
Ursula K. Le Guin
There must be possible a fiction which, leaving sociology and case histories to the scientists, can arrive at the truth about the human condition, here and now, with all the bright magic of the fairy tale.
Ralph Ellison
We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.
Carl Sandburg
I had a dream cast when Dan first went off and wrote 'Ghostbusters 3' by himself. It was so long ago that my dream cast was Ben Stiller, Chris Farley, and Chris Rock. That would have been cool. Now, a lot of time has passed, and there are a lot of young funny people.
Harold Ramis
A great rock is not disturbed by the wind; the mind of a wise man is not disturbed by either honor or abuse.
Dalai Lama
We're pretty much taking all the songs that have worked the best in the past and we're using those and all of the new songs. In the short time that we've got to play them, we're trying to use what ones work the best.
Nikolai Fraiture
The Strokes
When a builder builds he clears the ground for his new foundations. Then he sees that the basic structure will support the whole. Should we not also clear the mind - at least that part of it that we can reach - of the ruins of past thinking, before building our palace of dharma which will one day reach the sky.
Christmas Humphreys
This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished, for you, my love, my loss, my lesion, a rosary of words to count out time's illusions, all the minutes, hours, days the calendar compounds as if the past existed somewhere like an inheritance still waiting to be claimed.
Dana Gioia
