“ Telling someone about what a symbol means is like telling someone how music should make them feel. Dan Brown
“ Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like. Lemony Snicket
“ Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable—and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach. David Brin
“ Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mist… Gustave Flaubert
“ A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view. Sophia Loren
“ I'm like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it'll make you cry. Laura Carstairs-Waters
“ He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again—waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen. James Baldwin
“ The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock. Katharine Graham
“ I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentenc… Margaret Atwood
“ It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed. Vladimir Nabokov
“ The classroom fell quiet, a long heavy silence that roared in Roy's ears like a train. Carl Hiaasen
“ On occasion I read Raymond Chandler although I have certain reservations about this author. Chandler, while obviously a master of his craft, makes overuse of simile, to my annoyance. Jack Vance
“ Childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator. John Piper
