Quotes
Authors
Evie Wyld
"And I do pay a lot of attention to how things feel underneath my feet. It's a way of transporting yourself somewhere that you're trying to write about - closing your eyes and imagining what it feels like to literally be in that space. Maybe because of this weird aura thing I find it a bit easier to put my body in an imaginary space." --
Source : Source: www.guernicamag.com
Evie Wyld
#Writing Quotes
#Eye Quotes
#Trying Quotes
“True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time.”
“Don't let people scare you from a career that may not net you a six figure salary. If you want to be a teacher, teach. But knowing that your salary may only reach a certain level, do all that you can to become the best money manager you can be.”
“If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?”
Source : Alethea Kontis (2012). “Enchanted”, p.32, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
“The spirit of punk-cabaret is that you fell that you can truly be all of who you are.”
Source : OndaRock Interview, June 01, 2006.
“Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. "Amy?" Oh, God. It was Amy. "Get away from her," Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan like a club. Both men stopped. Glanced at her. Glanced at each other over Amy's head. "What?" The biggest one grunted out a surly laugh. "Or you'll souffle us?" Okay. She was definitely going after him first.”
“Baseball is all I ever wanted. I could eat, sleep, and dream baseball.”
“I picked up a man from the street, and he was eaten up alive from worms. Nobody could stand him, and he was smelling so badly. I went to him to clean him, and he asked, 'Why do you do this?' I said, 'Because I love you.'”
“The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.”