#sentence

And that's one thing that helps me is I learn it blandly, vanilla, then I don't try to act it too soon because you start to act it, and you kind of go away from what the next sentence is, what the next paragraph is. So get it down so it kind of can - it's in there so you can then, as I call it, dance on top of it. ↗

— Jeff Daniels

#away #because #call #dance #down

Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind. ↗

— Wolcott Gibbs

#mind #ran #sentences #until

This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't. ↗

— Douglas Hofstadter

#contradicts #itself #sentence

We are all serving a life sentence, and good behavior is our only hope for a pardon. ↗

— Douglas Horton

#good #good behavior #hope #life #only

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs. ↗

— James Thurber

#developed #face #hardening #i #me

Sometimes I think that I want to do something strictly basic, really simple. Just with a few chords. But I won't have anything more than two or three sentences in my head. That kind of evaporates once I start playing and then it goes off in whatever direction. ↗

— Tom Jenkinson

#basic #chords #direction #evaporates #few

To have the truth in your possession you can be found guilty, sentenced to death. ↗

— Peter Tosh

#found #guilty #possession #sentenced #truth

If life's lessons could be reduced to single sentences, there would be no need for fiction. ↗

— Scott Turow

#fiction #lessons #life #need #reduced

I was told to challenge every spiritual teacher, every world leader to utter the one sentence that no religion, no political party, and no nation on the face of the earth will dare utter: 'Ours is not a better way, ours is merely another way. ↗

— Neale Donald Walsch

#another way #better #better way #challenge #dare

Deep down, Story Easton knew what would happen if she attempted to off herself—she would fail It was a matter of probability. This was not a new thing, failure. She was, had always been, a failure of fairy-tale proportion. Quitting wasn’t Story’s problem. She had tried, really tried, lots of things during different stages of her life—Girl Scours, the viola, gardening, Tommy Andres from senior year American Lit—but zero cookie sales, four broken strings, two withered azalea bushes, and one uniquely humiliating breakup later, Story still had not tasted success, and with a shriveled-up writing career as her latest disappointment, she realized no magic slippers or fairy dust was going to rescue her from her Anti-Midas Touch. No Happily Ever After was coming. So she had learned to find a certain comfort in failure. In addition to her own screw-ups, others’ mistakes became cozy blankets to cuddle, and she snuggled up to famous failures like most people embrace triumph. The Battle of Little Bighorn—a thing of beauty. The Bay of Pigs—delicious debacle. The Y2K Bug—gorgeously disappointing fuck-up. Geraldo’s anti-climactic Al Capone exhumation—oops! Jaws III—heaven on film. Tattooed eyeliner—eyelids everywhere, revolting. Really revolting. Fat-free potato chips—good Lord, makes anyone feel successful. ↗

— Elizabeth Leiknes

#first-sentence #humor #beauty