There is some fiction, in all fact; and some fact, in all fiction.
In fact, it used to be a joke if you studied at a University.
Because a known fact is better than an unknown fact.
Facts? What are facts? I only know imagination!
In fact history does not belong to us; but we belong to it.
Journalism is in fact history on the run.
The time is right for electric cars - in fact the time is critical.
Equality is the soul of liberty; there is, in fact, no liberty without it.
Every move we make in fear of the next war in fact hastens it.
We are not that flash, me or the missus. In fact, we are quite low-maintenance.
My favourite smell is horses. In fact, most of the time, I do smell like horses.
In fact, the confidence of the people is worth more than money.
Parks are idealizations of nature, but nature in fact is not a condition of the ideal.
A fact can never be an opinion but an opinion can at times be a fact
There seem to me to be very few facts, at least ascertainable facts, in politics.
It’s not only about sadness. In truth, sadness really has little to do with it. Depression is pain in its purest form and I would do anything to be able to feel an emotion again. Any emotion at all. Pain hurts, but pain that’s so powerful that yo...
But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart...
Here's the most startling irony I know in film history: Antonioni, who is often denigrated by left-wing critics as a formalist and aesthete gives us radical realism through the long take, and what he gives us--this is his metaphysical wager--is real ...
There are two kinds of hope: the kind you couldn't do anything about and the kind you could. And even if the kind you could do something about wasn't what you'd originally wanted, it was still worth doing. A rainy day is better than no day. A small h...
This memory was both happy and sad: happy because it was so pleasant, and sad because it made Penelope think about how much she missed Swanburne--the girls, the teachers, Miss Mortimer. Or perhaps it was her own much younger self, that pint-sized per...
Life is sad and there is nothing we can do about it. All we can is to be vigilant about what we should not do. The worst thing we can do is to not feel the sadness, to not weep, to not acknowledge the hurt that sits at the core of the human heart.
