Quincy > Quincy's Quotes

“She wore people down like waves wore down stone.
Consistent. Patient. Relentless. Merciless.
       ”
― D.L. Maddox, THE DOG WALKER: THE PREQUEL

“If you always try to subjugate people by coercion, because you are strong, then sooner or later you will run into somebody who is just as strong, if not stronger. Then you'll be in trouble.”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

“Light flashed in her eyes. In fact, it clung to her—flaring around her skin, her hair, her whole body. It was a trick of the eyes, his mind, when adrenaline hit his system. But she glowed. Vivid. Alive. And for a moment, he’d have given anything to be like her.”
― J. Rose Black, Losing My Breath

“This is what I wanted. A victory to prove to myself, and show my doubters, that I stand worthy, loved, and am lovable. So why does it not feel such?”
― Tricia Copeland, To be a Fae Guardian

“The early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens. They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“There’s a short circuit between my brain and my tongue, thus “Leave me the fuck alone” comes out as “Well, maybe. Sure. I guess I can see your point.”
― David Sedaris, Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls: Essays, Etc.

“If every generation helps the next take one step up, imagine where we might all be someday.”
― Charles Frazier, Varina

“Earning a single degree in the USA will lock one up in loan debts prison for life”
― Omar Farhad, Honor and Polygamy

“Reading what you want, and having one book lead to the next, is the way I found my discipline.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Hero's Journey: Joseph Campbell on His Life & Work

“I like the places where one part meets another, I think, eyes to cheek, wrist to hands.”
― Ally Condie, Matched

“We’re going to build a big pen out of that chicken wire,” he said. “It’ll have a top on it and a door with a snap latch. We’ll put those coconuts right in the center of the pen and leave the door open. Then we’ll tie the binder twine to the door and run it back through the pen and out into the brush a little way. When those monkeys go into the pen after those coconuts, we’ll pull the binder twine and latch the door. What do you think of that idea?” Before I answered Grandpa, I closed my eyes and drew a picture of the pen in my mind.”
― Wilson Rawls, Summer of the Monkeys