Author Quotes

What is it with folks always talking about where they're from? You could grow up in a muddy ditch, but if it's your muddy ditch, then it's gotta be the swellest muddy ditch ever.

The elite attack religious people and clergy with a vengeance.

Some reckon their age by years, Some measure their life by art; But some tell their days by the flow of their tears And their lives by the moans of their hearts.

People die... so love them every day.
Beauty fades... so look before it's gone.
Love changes... but not the love you give.
And if you love, you'll never be alone.

No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.

Alexander Gordon Smith
Alexander Gordon Smith
I truly believe that our major social ills would disappear if we just spent our lives perfecting the art of connecting with each other.

I did a research assignment on life in the Middle Ages only last year. I found the era fascinating, all that chivalry and court romance. But I never pictured anything as poor as this village. This is the pits. There's no romance here, definitely no chivary. And it stinks—of sweat and smoke and sewage.

This is what is meant by last words: they are keys to unlock the afterlife. They're not last words but passwords, and as soon as they're spoken you can go.

Daniel Wallace (author)
Daniel Wallace (author)
I know a lot about when I was a little girl, because my sister used to keep a diary. Today I keep her diary in a drawer next to by bed. I like to see how her memories were the same as mine, but also different.

Cynthia Kadohata
Cynthia Kadohata
What a recovery of the wisdom of the Mother brings to all of us is the knowledge of inseparable connection with the entire creation and the wise, active love that is born from that knowledge.

But loss is a precious stone to me, a nectar Distilled in time, preaching the truth of winter To the fallen heart that does not cease to fall.

It was the usual sort of academic battle: footnotes at ten paces, bolstered by snide articles in academic journals and lots of sniping about methodology, a thrust and parry of source and countersource. My sources had to be better.

Lauren Willig
Lauren Willig
If life transcends death, then I will seek for you there. If not, then there too.

Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.

Jane Urquhart
Jane Urquhart
Nobody minded what you did in bed or what you said about God, a very civilized attitude in 1948.

Simon Raven
Simon Raven
My growing environmental awareness only added more fuel to the argument for having no children. And the logic of never-ending consumption didn't just harm the environment, it killed people too.

Xiaolu Guo
Xiaolu Guo
She writhed between him and the door and he moved his mouth to her ear, whispering hoarsely, "Abbie, I'm going to take you to that bed and make love to you like you never imagined you'd be made love to again.

Love is like fire.
Wounds of fire are hard to bear; harder still are those of love.

Create a dream and give it everything you have, you could be surprised just how much you are capable of achieving.

Security is not a license for people in authority to hide the tactics they would never openly admit to using.

Life goes on and on after one's luck has run out. Youthfulness persists, alas, long after one has ceased to be young.

Fishing, Danny boy, is purely a state of mind. Some men, when they are fishing, are after fish. Me, I'm after things you could never set a barbed hook in.

William Kent Krueger
William Kent Krueger
To live by a large river is to be kept in the heart of things.

For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.

There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.