Grady Groder > Grady's Quotes

“The light inside houses was always so golden yellow. Oswald wondered if humans saved up sunshine and piped it through their lamps.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Everything is more expensive. There is so much more to do in Madrid, so you’ll have to learn to say no to events so you can study.”
― Pilar Calvoz Cordón, Shape Your Path at IE University : What to expect from Spain’s Instituto de Empresa University

“There once was a dog named Bonnie who had lived in a library since she was a puppy.”
― Coco Calvoz Cordon, Debbie Wants No Words

“This last letter of yours must be a message filled with His truth, which is love.”
― Lin Wilder, My Name is Saul: A Novel of the Ancient World

“drunk on dreams aged
in memory’s casks
the soul gets
what the heart wants”
― John C. Waugh, busted haiku

“Captain Scultetus said, “Sir, I am the commander of the Swakopmund Coast Guard. My name and rank  are Captain Oskar Scultetus! I respectfully beg you not to open fire upon my city!”
― Michael G. Kramer, His Forefathers and Mick

“It seemed to him the EPA, or the Earth Policy Administration, weren’t taking any chances.”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

“Storm-grey eyes, broad shoulders encased in a dark blue suit jacket. Jaw carved from some righteous, attorney-like stone. My brother Evan's old friend. My teenage crush. And now, to my surprise, my new boss.”
― Tricia Newlan, Echoes of One Night: Forbidden Love Romance

“His refined taste for Medieval, Renaissance, and Baroque artifacts and artwork, which included the modern ones he inherited from Paolo Santanello, not only satiated his weary eyes, but also uplifted his very heart and soul.
”
― Rich DiSilvio, The Arnolfini Art Mysteries

“You can’t be good at everything.”
― J. Rose Black, The Real Ones

“His candle began to flicker rhythmically as if someone blew on it from a distance.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Although London is known for many things, a fashion-forward capital is not one of them.”
― Anastasia Pash, Travel With Style: Master the Art of Stylish and Functional Travel Capsules

“It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“Naći će se drugi papa, ali nikad više neće biti Botičelija.”
― Irving Stone, The Agony and the Ecstasy

“He [Rabbi Menasha Levaartov] was one of those men who, even in the years of peace, would have advised his congregation that while God may well be honored by the inflexibility of the pious, he might also be honored by the flexibility of the sensible.”
― Thomas Keneally, Schindler’s List

“Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.”
― Patrick Ness, Monsters of Men

“I didn't really notice that he had a funny nose.
And he certainly looked better all dressed up in fancy clothes.
He's not nearly as attractive as he seemed the other night.
So I think I'll just pretend that this glass slipper feels too tight.”
― Judith Viorst

“What is bad? What is good? What should one love, what hate? Why live, and what am I? What is lie,what is death? What power rules over everything?" he asked himself. And there was no answer to any of these questions except one, which was not logical and was not at all an answer to these questions. This answer was: "You will die--and everything will end. You will die and learn everything--or stop asking.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“Attached to each arm, as well as the skirt, they looked like an attempt to grow wings.
”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“Travel is the epitome of expansion, connection, and discovery – both of the world and one-self. It's a profound experience that transcends geography, opening our hearts to the mesmerising tapestry of our world. Travel invites us to shatter the confines of our daily routines and perspectives, guiding us to embrace fresh outlooks, alternative lifestyles, and mind-boggling traditions.”
― Anastasia Pash, Travel With Style: Master the Art of Stylish and Functional Travel Capsules

“Where am I going, sir?” Fear shot through his stomach. He had nowhere else to go.”
― J.L. Marrain, THE GRIDD: PERILS OF THE LIGHTHOLDER

“You cannot!' Tatiana said sharply. 'If you order a gun there is only a single shot, and once delivered the doors are locked and will not open until it has been fired.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Those who are unread are easily mislead.”
― Rich DiSilvio

“Nothing’s further from the truth; it was just a line to hook you”
― Max Nowaz, The Polymorph

“Snake Street is an area I should avoid. Yet that night I was drawn there as surely as if I had an appointment. 
The Snake House is shabby on the outside to hide the wealth within. Everyone knows of the wealth, but facades, like the park’s wall, must be maintained. A lantern hung from the porch eaves. A sign, written in Utte, read ‘Kinship of the Serpent’. I stared at that sign, at that porch, at the door with its twisted handle, and wondered what the people inside would do if I entered. Would they remember me? Greet me as Kin? Or drive me out and curse me for faking my death?  Worse, would they expect me to redon the life I’ve shed? Staring at that sign, I pissed in the street like the Mearan savage I’ve become.
As I started to leave, I saw a woman sitting in the gutter. Her lamp attracted me. A memsa’s lamp, three tiny flames to signify the Holy Trinity of Faith, Purity, and Knowledge.  The woman wasn’t a memsa. Her young face was bruised and a gash on her throat had bloodied her clothing. Had she not been calmly assessing me, I would have believed the wound to be mortal. I offered her a copper. 
She refused, “I take naught for naught,” and began to remove trinkets from a cloth bag, displaying them for sale.
Her Utte accent had been enough to earn my coin. But to assuage her pride I commented on each of her worthless treasures, fighting the urge to speak Utte. (I spoke Universal with the accent of an upper class Mearan though I wondered if she had seen me wetting the cobblestones like a shameless commoner.) After she had arranged her wares, she looked up at me. “What do you desire, O Noble Born?”
I laughed, certain now that she had seen my act in front of the Snake House and, letting my accent match the coarseness of my dress, I again offered the copper.
 “Nay, Noble One. You must choose.” She lifted a strand of red beads. “These to adorn your lady’s bosom?”
            I shook my head. I wanted her lamp. But to steal the light from this woman ... I couldn’t ask for it. She reached into her bag once more and withdrew a book, leather-bound, the pages gilded on the edges. “Be this worthy of desire, Noble Born?”
 I stood stunned a moment, then touched the crescent stamped into the leather and asked if she’d stolen the book. She denied it. I’ve had the Training; she spoke truth. Yet how could she have come by a book bearing the Royal Seal of the Haesyl Line? I opened it. The pages were blank.
“Take it,” she urged. “Record your deeds for study. Lo, the steps of your life mark the journey of your soul.”
  I told her I couldn’t afford the book, but she smiled as if poverty were a blessing and said, “The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”
  So I bought this journal. I hide it under my mattress. When I lie awake at night, I feel the journal beneath my back and think of the woman who sold it to me. Damn her. She plagues my soul. I promised to return the next night, but I didn’t. I promised to record my deeds. But I can’t. The price is too high.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“You need to use your damned technology and make us blood. There's a war going on and unless you can do that you're kinda useless," - Hannah Khalili in book one Eden 2:b”
― Joseph A. Anderson, Eden 2:b

“The moisture in the air sat in the crevices of storefront windows, like the tears that welled in the corners of her dark brown eyes.”
― Jennifer Wizbowski, Poinsettia Girl: The Story of Agata della Pieta

“Writing the forenames and family names of the victims down, with no other detail of age, or place, would fill twenty books. To begin to study the individual deaths would consume a hundred lifetimes. Which is why one of our deepest instincts can be simply to record names – individual lives, equally specific, equally valuable – never emphasizing one for fear of disrespecting another: listing them, as it were on a single stone wall – and steering away from blame or analysis.”
― Philip Gourevitch, We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed With Our Families

“he was ready, perhaps, to shed a little of the armor he wore around his heart, that upon returning to civilization, he intended to abandon the life of a solitary vagabond, stop running so hard from intimacy, and become a member of the human community.”
― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild