She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

In this world, artists are joyous. Unpredictability is the life of their paintings, their music, their novels. They delight in events not forecasted, happenings without explanation, retrospective.

Alan Lightman, Einstein

Of course, learning is strengthened and solidified when it occurs in a safe, secure and normal environment.

Jean-Bertrand Aristide

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

Max Beerbohm

When I was in Pulp, I actively did more TV stuff because that was during the Great Britpop Wars, and it seemed important to prove that indie people could speak. That war doesn't exist anymore.

Jarvis Cocker

Weel, ma´am' said Stephen, making the best of it, with a smile; 'when I ha´finished off, I mun quit this part, and try another. Fortnet or misfortnet, a man can but try; there´s now to be done wi´out tryin -cept laying down and dying.

Charles Dickens

We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life.

Gelett Burgess

Even the propagandists on the radio find it very difficult to really say let alone believe that the world will be a happy place, of love and peace and plenty, and that the lion will lie down with the lamb and everybody will believe anybody.

Gertrude Stein

These 'messengers' will not be hindered from accomplishing at their best speed the distance which they have to go, either by snow, or rain, or heat, or by the darkness of night.

Herodotus, Histories

For man is not the creature and product of Mechanism; but, in a far truer sense, its creator and producer.

Thomas Carlyle

My fondest memories are generally the day after Thanksgiving. I get the total decorating Christmas itch.

Katharine McPhee

It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.

Jonathan Carroll