#twitter

I think there needs to be a meeting to set an agenda for more meetings about meetings. ↗

— Jonah Goldberg

#twitter

...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while... ↗

— John Geddes

#twitter-quotes #wisdom-quote #writer #writer-s-block #writers-quotes

Your working assumption, when you meet a homophobe, should be that they are gay. ↗

— Johann Hari

#twitter

I like the way you secretly send me a direct message when we're in the middle of a conversation. ↗

— Ariel Seraphino

#message #twitter #twitter

...don't tell me I should only talk to people with a high influence score, or I'll Klout you... ↗

— John Geddes

#influence-score #klout #twitter-quotes #twitter

You know, how I deal with all my problems in a daily life, I'm tweeting shit. ↗

— Ariel Seraphino

#problems #tweeting #twitter #twitter

Your Writing Teacher ‏@WritingChief If u don't get ur protagonist dirty, ur readers will get bored. Readers are wild, cliff-jumping, mud-wrestling savages. Become their leader. (anonymous on Twitter) ↗

— Writing Chief

#mud-wrestling #protagonist #wild #twitter

Have you ever read a wonderful quote that you want to post on your twitter/facebook/blog/whatever but you feel like it may come off as “not Christian enough” or just a little theologically lacking? ↗

— Nick Rynerson

#social-networking #testimony #twitter

...some say Twitter seems trite and lacks weightiness - but in actuality, it lends itself to poetry - it can be very compressed and intense... ↗

— John Geddes

#intense #poetry #trie #twitter #weightiness

When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender, of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries. ↗

— Kenneth Grahame

#coziness #meals #tea #toast #twitter