American Author Quotes

If you want to understand any woman you must first ask about her mother and then listen carefully.

Tears are God's gift to us. Our holy water. They heal us as they flow.

We reveal more of ourselves in the lies we tell than we do when we try to tell the truth.

Dorothy Salisbury Davis

The elite attack religious people and clergy with a vengeance.

There were times when I thought I got a bit more punishment than was coming to me, but I don't regret a minute of it now. Each of us must be tempered in some fire. Nobody had more to do with choosing the fire that tempered me than myself, and instead of finding fault with the fire I give thanks that I had the metal to take the temper and hold it.

Jack Black (author)

That there should be a purpose to suffering, that a person should be chosen for it, special — these are houses of the mind, in which whole peoples have found shelter.

The public never appears to tire of endless courses of strawberries and cream, and the theory that you run the risk of boring people with endless photo montages of the Chelsea Pensioners in their dress reds, or close-ups of a Pimm's Cup sprouting all kinda of flora, has yet to be proven. People like Wimbledon in the same way they like blue jeans or even their own spouses: for the pleasure yielded by their reliable sameness.

The line between him and the enemy had simultaneously blurred and solidified. Somehow, while perhaps it shouldn't have, this thought provided a strange sense of peace.

Kristina McMorris

It would be something that another person had written down without understanding its significance; just a sentence or two that would be like a flash of light.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

If we lose touch with our heart's wisdom, then no method avails; if we love, then nothing else is necessary.

A story can fly like a bee, so straight and swift you catch only the hum of its passing. Or move so slowly it seems motionless, curled in upon itself like a snake in the sun. It can vanish like smoke before the wind. Linger like perfume in the nose. Change with every telling, yet always remain the same.

No one can escape stress, but you can learn to cope with it. Practice positive thinking... seize control in small ways.

Closer to showtime, the jovial crowd now arrives in droves. Laughing. Smiling. Until they hear the melodic sounds of This Land Is Fagland, being sung by small children. With the most vigor, even the tiniest join in, big smiles, swaying their heads like it were the Barney the Dinosaur song. The chubby, red-haired girl actually jumps while singing—she's that happy.

Nothing in the whole world felt as good as being able to make something from a sudden idea.

Treasured Pagan Deities were misrepresented and distorted by the Christians for political and religious gain. Dressing their own Satan, who has remained one of the most opressive symbols of evil in our time, in the horned antlers of Cernunnos, a revered Celtic God, was one of the more recognizable ways Christians robbed Pagans of their way of life.

Baseball is the slow creation of something beautiful. It is the almost boringly paced accumulation of what seems slight or incidental into an opera of bracing suspense. The game will threaten never to end, until suddenly it forces you to marvel at how it came to be where it is and to wonder at how far it might go. It's the drowsy metamorphosis of the dull into the indescribable.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

Learning is not easy, but hard; culture is severe. The steps to Parnassus are steep and terribly arduous.

John Jay Chapman

My neediness is not a hole to be filled but something beneath the skin scratching to get out.

Jonathan Evison

Then when in silence thou doest walk,
Nor being round with whom to talk;
When thou art on the mighty deep,
And do in quiet action sleep;
If we no more on earth do meet,
Forget me not.

You can't tell people how to feel when they read your work. You can only hope to connect.

I channel the rote and the new and unseen. My head has always been the busiest of crossroads, a festival of happy and unhappy arrivals. In the hours before daybreak when I was a boy, god sent me words as visitors.

If you haven't fought for your life for something you want, you don't know what's life all about.

Robert Stone (novelist)

Picking the right name for the baby is beset with difficulties.... whatever name you choose, the baby, some years hence, will hate it anyway, and decide to have his friends call him Slats or Rocky...

Robert Paul Smith