Page 7 Quotes

“I’ve often wondered, even to this day, why during painful times some people seem to step away from themselves and make decisions that fall far out of their usual line of character and behaviour. Perhaps a natural reluctance to sit still is central, or perhaps, like the lesser animals, instinct forces us to go on even if grief has left us not up to the task…. In one fleeting moment, I stripped away the petals of my future, let them catch wind, and fly away”
― Ann Howard Creel, The Magic of Ordinary Days

“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the only thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Once I was a scuba diver in the sea of words. Now I Zip along the surface like a guy on a Jet Ski”
― Nicholas Carr, The Shallows: What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains

“I used to be like that, too, long ago-- cheerful and unreserved. My treasures were dumb little things and deliriously fun.”
― Arata Kanoh, The Place Promised in Our Early Days

“THE SUN was bright, the sky was blue, the time was May; New Orleans was heaven, and heaven must have been only another New Orleans, it couldn’t have been any better.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

“Louis Durand was getting dressed. Not for the first time that day, for the sun was already high and he’d been up and about for hours; but for the great event of that day. This wasn’t just a day, this was the day of all days. A day that comes just once to a man, and now had come to him. It had come late, but it had come. It was now. It was today.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

“On the wall there was a calendar, the first four leaves peeled back to bare the fifth. At top, center, this was inscribed May. Then on each side of this, in slanted, shadow-casting, heavily curlicued numerals, the year-date was gratuitously given the beholder: 1880.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Waltz into Darkness

“When Lockwood gripped Mallory’s hand, the latter pressed a note into his callused palm. It was folded into a wad.

“Read that,” Mallory said. “I’ll wait for your call.” He turned on his heel and walked into the nave.”
― Charles McCarry, Shelley's Heart

“Maybe the last coffee cup that I threw in the trash instead of recycling was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back and sent us into a borderline zombie apocalypse two years ago.”
― Kayla Cottinghamham , This Delicious Death

“If regular people can get away with eating a McMuffin on the way to work, I can take a few bites of SynFlesh." " I mean - sure. Until some poor kid in their car seat looks over and sees you unhinge your jaw like an anaconda to swallow a human heart whole.”
― Kayla Cottingham, This Delicious Death

“If regular people can get away with eating a McMuffin on the way to work, I can take a few bites of SynFlesh."

"I mean - sure. Until some poor kid in their car seat looks over and sees you unhinge your jaw like an anaconda to swallow a human heart whole.”
― Kayla Cottingham, This Delicious Death

“A faint smile showed on his face. ‘The Giant! You and Groen have your little joke all to yourselves, I fancy. Everyone takes it for granted the Giant is the Moloch of Machinery—They don’t see that the real Giant is that pigmy figure—man. The individualist who endures through Stone and Iron and who though civilizations crumble and die, fights his way through yet another Glacial Age to rise in a new civilization of which we do not dream . . .’ His smile broadened. ‘As I grow older I am more and more convinced that there is nothing so pathetic, so ridiculous, so absurd, and so absolutely wonderful as Man—”
― Mary Westmacott, Giant's Bread