#rivers

I'm not trying to be the next Joan Rivers. ↗

— Isaac Mizrahi

#joan #next #rivers #trying

I went out for a film where they wanted seven brothers and one sister, so I was there for half a day while they were waiting for 'Archie' to read for a boy... I've had drivers come to pick me up in England looking for a blond, blue-eyed Scottish boy. ↗

— Archie Panjabi

#blond #blue-eyed #boy #brothers #come

You see, I used to do a certain amount of market research by going to the local drugstore and seeing what the truck drivers would put up. Now it's all just copies from the latest best-seller list and damn little of anything else. ↗

— Jerry Pournelle

#anything #best-seller #certain #copies #damn

The novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers. ↗

— Jose Saramago

#genre #like #literary #many #much

Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low. ↗

— Parris Glendening

#depression #dry #low #our #rivers

She has that quality, does the Hudson, as I imagine all great rivers do: the deep, abiding sense that those activities what take place on shore among human beings are of the moment, passing, and aren't the stories by way of which the greater tale of this planet will, in the end, be told. ↗

— Caleb Carr

#rivers #time #imagination

We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you. ↗

— Jo Deurbrouck

#adventure-stories #adventure-travel #rivers #love

East Yorkshire, to the uninitiated, just looks like a lot of little hills. But it does have these marvelous valleys that were caused by glaciers, not rivers. So it is unusual. ↗

— David Hockney

#does #east #glaciers #hills #just

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries. ↗

— Klaus Kinski

#cemeteries #dead #dead people #drivers #driving

There are many things worth telling that are not quite narrative. And eternity itself possesses no beginning, middle or end. Fossils, arrowheads, castle ruins, empty crosses: from the Parthenon to the Bo Tree to a grown man's or woman's old stuffed bear, what moves us about many objects is not what remains but what has vanished. There comes a time, thanks to rivers, when a few beautiful old teeth are all that remain of the two-hundred-foot spires of life we call trees. There comes a river, whose current is time, that does a similar sculpting in the mind. ↗

— David James Duncan

#stories #beauty