...And - holy shit was this song bad. It was like the singer was stabbing my ear with a dagger made of dried turds.
— David WongNever annoy an inspirational author or you will become the poison in her pen and the villian in every one of her books.
— Shannon L. AlderIf I ever conceive any original idea, it will be because I have been abnormally prone to confuse ideas ... And I have thus found remote analogies and relations which others have not considered! Others rarely make these confusions, and proceed by precise analysis.
— Kenneth J.W. CraikWizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.
— Jim ButcherMathematics is the study of analogies between analogies. All science is. Scientists want to show that things that don't look alike are really the same. That is one of their innermost Freudian motivations. In fact, that is what we mean by understanding.
— Gian-Carlo RotaAs long as we’re comparing analogies,” Jack added, “how about this one? A person being chased by a bear doesn’t have to be able to run faster than the bear. He only has to be faster than his slowest companion. Driver picks. I’m going to catch up with the convoy, find a way to pass several of the cars, and not be last in line.
— Donald G. FiresmithShearwater sighed, like a whale in the night.
— Aldous HuxleyNow I'm not saying the act of going to church fixes everything. Just as simply looking at a restaurant menu won't give you nourishment. We've got to engage with what's offered if it's going to do us any good. But putting my heart in a place to receive truth certainly got me going in a different direction.
— Lysa TerKeurstWho doesn't enjoy a little gardening? As we plant the seeds and remove the weeds we reap a wonderful harvest of blessings. What are the weeds? Anyone or anything that sucks the nutrients from the seeds we have planted. The seeds are our goals, desires, good thoughts and feelings. Good works and deeds anything that uplifts us. If we don't keep up on our weeding then our garden will die.
— Lindsey RietzschHe acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety—and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didn't notice the steel jaws until they were impaled in your flesh, and by then it was already far too late to run.
— Nenia Campbell