Kit [Carson Kitteridge] watched me for a few moments before saying, "That was some impressive killing you did. Naked too."" I hope I didn't embarrass Office Palmer.""She said that after all she heard about you she thought your johnson would be bigger."" Tell her that the air conditioner was on. Walter Mosley
The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a...
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Carl Sagan
..he asked, "Where are you today, right now?" Eagerly, I started talking about myself. However, I noticed that I was still being sidetracked from getting answers to my questions. Still, I told him about my distant and recent past and about my inexplicable depressions. He...
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Dan Millman
Would you like to know your future? If your answer is yes, think again. Not knowing is the greatest life motivator. So enjoy, endure, survive each moment as it comes to you in its proper sequence -- a surprise.
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Vera Nazarian
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
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Oscar Wilde
Life is a mystery- mystery of beauty, bliss and divinity. Meditation is the art of unfolding that mystery.
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Amit Ray
More Quotes By Walter Mosley
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.
The first thing you have to know about writing is that it is something you must do everyday. There are two reasons for this rule: Getting the work done and connecting with your unconscious mind.
If you want to be a writer, you have to write every day... You don't go to a well once but daily. You don't skip a child's breakfast or forget to wake up in the morning...
It hurts when they're gone. And it doesn't matter if it's slow or fast, whether it's a long drawn-out disease or an unexpected accident. When they're gone the world turns upside down and you're left holding on, trying not to fall off.
The job of the writer is to take a close and uncomfortable look at the world they inhabit, the world we all inhabit, and the job of the novel is to make the corpse stink.
