Michelle Franklin Quotes
The unconscious fabric of human destiny had done with her, unraveling all her grievances and reweaving them as joyous circumstance.
Any advice for how to be a successful author?""Yes. Don't be a woman. And be dead. And do both at the same time, if you can.
A heart? Peppone knows where one is to be met with. There is always someone in the black market in need of dying early.
There is a very great difference between older and old, the former being desirable and the latter being inevitable.
The words ‘when I take you home’ echoed in the captain’s mind, caroming off that private place where all his suspicions and uncertainties slept.
A scientist does not have hope, sir. Hope is what a man has in the absence of answers, and once he does empirical experimentation, he replaces hope with knowledge and disappointment.
Abuse really is its own alphabet. Those who have not gone through it cannot understand it fully. The echos of violence hang in subconscious long after the threat is gone.
But the world hinges on good fathers and those who would be the merchants of confidence.
The past is behind us, " said Boudicca, "but the difficulty there is we keep looking over our shoulders.
What will I do when you're gone?" said Alasdair, with a faltering voice.Bryeison placed a hand on his shoulder and said, with raging tranquility, "Do what is good and what is right.
If the sale of flesh could be made as easily as the sale of spiritual exemption, the prescience of a dedicated businessman might be well preserved.
The captain’s eyes betrayed what his countenance must conceal: the anguish of an ancient being who must honour his birthright by living beyond those whom he would have given much to keep.
Regrettable was the gallantry of great men who risked themselves for others.
Do what is right and what is good." -- Bryeison to Alasdair before going to his death on the battlefield.
Fantasy for the most part is really just reality reflected through a storybook lens.
The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.
Attracting musicians is rather like inviting flies over to tea: they are tolerable for half an hour, but when they begin to touch the food, you either wish they would go home or die.
The skies gave way to the full ascendence of morning and clouds skittered across the expanse, the variations on a nebulous theme woven on a celestial loom.
The greatest ugliness in the world is seeing so beautiful a creature spoil themselves on stupidity.
And the matron sighed over the destiny of ladies in good society, whose moral judgement led them to love unabashedly and whose depravity led them to pay for it.
We come by aurora, with a heavy and sovereign tread, with the might of matriarchs to furnish our shoulders, with the apricity of light to crown our heads
The old who refuse to die merely on principle live on forever, to hate life and complain of all the things they could have been spared had they the good sense to die young.
I don't talk ill about people I don't know, " said Bartleby. "I only disparage them in silence and hope they die.
My face is rather like a collision waiting to happen: head-on I can be borne, but turn sideways, and it is all calamity.