"I'm going to teach you the art of swordsmanship-or in other words, how to totally kill someone with a sharp, pointy thing."

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Source : Michael Buckley (2012). “The Sisters Grimm: Book Nine: The Council of Mirrors”, p.90, Abrams

Michael Buckley

#Art Quotes #Teach Quotes

“When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.”
“How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?" he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn't say anything. He continued: "Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.”

Source : Ishmael Beah (2007). “A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier”, p.70, Macmillan
“A first child is your own best foot forward, and how you do cheer those little feet as they strike out. You examine every turn of flesh for precocity, and crow it to the world. But the last one: the baby who trails her scent like a flag of surrender through your life when there will be no more coming after--oh, that' s love by a different name.”
“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”

Source : Bram Stoker (2015). “Classic Horror Collection: Dracula, Frankenstein, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Jekyll and Hyde, & The Island of Dr. Moreau”, p.134, Xist Publishing
“It's not that I'm not willing to compromise. But I won't compromise on principles.”
“One day, my daughter Tybee came to me, and she said, â€˜I have so much love for you in my body, Daddy, I canâ€™t stop giving you hugs and kisses. And when I have no more love left, I just drink milk, because thatâ€™s where love comes from.â€™”
“Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.”
“Fiction becomes visual by becoming verbal”

Source : William H. Gass (2014). “On Being Blue: A Philosophical Inquiry”, p.87, New York Review of Books

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