For Leopardi, unhappy hedonist that he was, what is unknown is always more attractive than what is known; hope and imagination are the only consolations for the disappointments and sorrows of experience. Man therefore projects his desire into infinit...
It was strange how she found out, One moment she didn't know; the next minute she did. One moment her mind was as blank as the desert; the next minute the snake of suspicion had slithered into her thoughts and raised its poisonous head.
I began composing the next poem, the one that was to be written next. Not the last poem of those I had read, but the poem written in the head of someone who may never have existed but who had certainly written another poem nonetheless, and just never...
Next morning I went over to Paul’s for coffee and told him I had finished. “Good for you,” he said without looking up. “Start the next one today.
It is not loving to impose our own grid onto others. We need to understand their situation and their needs accurately, and this comes from listening to them, not coming in with our own assumptions.
Superficial efficiency seems cheaper at first, but it costs more the long run, with the cost being pushed off onto someone other than the one who saves a few bucks.
All you can do is really the prep work and make sure you're ready to hit each golf shot. Outside of that, you're not sure really what's going to happen. It's a funny game, but I think that's why I love it. You never know, one day to the next; you cou...
One day I think it's the greatest idea ever that I'm working on. The next day I think it's the worst that I've ever worked on - and I swing between that a lot. Some days I'm very happy with what I'm doing, and the next day I am desperate - it's not w...
And that's one thing that helps me is I learn it blandly, vanilla, then I don't try to act it too soon because you start to act it, and you kind of go away from what the next sentence is, what the next paragraph is. So get it down so it kind of can -...
[talking about how they both slept with the same woman] Indiana Jones: It's disgraceful, you're old enough to be her... her grandfather. Professor Henry Jones: Well, I'm as human as the next man. Indiana Jones: Dad, I *was* the next man. Professor He...
Judge Doom: Have they got the will or not? Smart Ass: Nah, just a stupid love letter. Judge Doom: No matter. I doubt the will'll show up in the next fifteen minutes, anyway. Eddie Valiant: What happens in the next fifteen minutes? Judge Doom: Toontow...
... and what happened next?
We are the next us.
I get to play a killer next.
The next adventure is the government, a government of change.
I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.-Tana Bach-page 29-chapter 4
In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.-Tana-page 21-chapter 4
Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from a ride With the Lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger.
Stirred...the fur-toothed graves of young boys...a thousand slain in the time it would take to do love with a pretty girl or think of a new God.
To all you parents out there, don't make your little girls, or little boys, so thirsty for love that they will want to drink water that will poison them.
