Willow Brook > Willow's Quotes

“I never change, I simply become more myself.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Solstice

“I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
― Franz Kafka

“The world was hers for the reading.”
― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.”
― Steve Martin

“A dragon just gave me a piece of jewelry,” she said. She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Graydon. “Have I been added to his hoard?”

He shook his head and drank too. “No, cupcake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve replaced it.”
― Thea Harrison, Dragon Bound

“I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.”
― Jorge Luis Borges

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
― Edith Sitwell

“My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people.”
― Orson Welles

“There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.”
― Raymond Chandler, Long Goodbye

“There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”
― W. Somerset Maugham

“Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”
― Søren Kierkegaard , The Concept of Anxiety: A Simple Psychologically Orienting Deliberation on the Dogmatic Issue of Hereditary Sin

“Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.”
― Martin Amis, The Second Plane: September 11, 2001-2007

“Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.”
― Francois Duc de la Rochefoucauld, Maxims

“He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two.”
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex