#stranger

I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world. ↗

— Adrian Mitchell

#sing #speak #strangers #talking #total

Our very lives depend on the ethics of strangers, and most of us are always strangers to other people. ↗

— Bill Moyers

#depend #ethics #lives #most #other

When strangers start acting like neighbors... communities are reinvigorated. ↗

— Ralph Nader

#communities #like #neighbors #start #strangers

Truth is not only stranger than fiction, it is more interesting. ↗

— William Randolph

#interesting #more #only #stranger #than

The first band I was in, I think was called The Strangers. I got the sack because I was too small! ↗

— Noel Redding

#because #called #first #got #i

Truth is stranger than fiction; fiction has to make sense. ↗

— Leo Rosten

#make #sense #stranger #than #truth

If had a penny for every strange look I've gotten from strangers on the street I'd have about 10 to 15 dollars, which is a lot when you're dealing with pennies. ↗

— Andy Samberg

#dealing #dollars #every #gotten #had

Without another word, he lifted her into the carriage and drove her home. He seemed impervious to the cold shoulder she gave him, which irritated her almost as much as the knowing way he had looked at her when he had kissed her senseless. In fact, although his face was stern, he seemed downright cheerful, the cad! ↗

— Julia Keaton

#melantha #ransom #stranger-in-my-bed #home

On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles. And yet this person is the hero of his own life story. He is the love of someone’s life. And what he can do may change the world. Imagine being him for a moment. And then continue on your own way. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#anonymous #hero #heroes #life #people

This work is the link between my Dear Natalie piece and my upcoming Agatha work. It bridges that lapse in time and shows how my thinking has changed. It shows me telling a story through the surreal and trying to use thought fragments alone to show a tortured existence. This piece was written after the Dear Natalies and before the Agatha mystery, but it is meant to be read after you’ve already read both. This book is a bridge between two books, which would make it a bridge between two bridges. That’s strange, but I’ve seen stranger. Like the time I woke up in a fish tank, having morphed into a goldfish during my sleep. I still fear the sound of a flushing toilet, and since then I refuse to let myself fall asleep while wearing flippers. This book is 3,088 words of pure nonsense, strung together like pearls hurled at bacon. Yum! ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#bacon #biograhy #book-bio #books #bridge