Oliver $ Quotes

What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.

Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored.

The secret to good writing is to use small words for big ideas, not to use big words for small ideas.

I always wanted to be a writer, and I always wrote something – stories, poetry, articles, newsletters, letters. Most writers can't help themselves! It's a compulsion.

By far the most significant consequence of "selfish capitalism" (Thatch/Blatcherism) has been a startling increase in the incidence of mental illness in both children and adults since the 1970s.

The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they’re gone, and maybe it’s that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you’re near enough.

the tears finally got the best of him and he pressed his palms to his eyes as his shoulders started to shake. He cried silently, in so much pain that there was no sound to equal it

You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.

Academic life is but half life it is a withdrawal from the fight to utter smart things that cost you nothing except the thinking them from a cloister.

The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language...the language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.

A man who called everyone a damn fool is like a man who damns the weather. He only shows that he is not adapted to his environment, not that the environment is wrong.

Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up.

Great men tell the truth and are never believed. Lesser men are always believed, but seldom have the brains or the courage to tell the truth.

My God, Judge, do men believe whatever lie they hear about an enemy?

Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.'I'm tired of sleeping.

I came to understand that happiness and vulnerability are often the same thing.

Please understand. Please forgive me.I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful.Don't hate me.I still love you.

He believed in people. He believed that if people could only be shown the right way-the way to health and order, a way to be free of unhappiness-they would make the right choice. They would obey.

This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

Ya've got no respect, woman, " Beck retorted. After the door closed behind him she realized what he'd

Love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle which fits them all.

Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

You can’t go home again” ─ isn’t necessarily that places change but people do.

I don't know which is worse: that I'm home and so much is different, or that I'm home and so much feels the same.

I wouldn't say I'm happy, but I look at things in a soft way. I try to convey more personal interaction, rather than huge injustices.

The happiest people are not the ones with the best or the most things, but those who most appreciate what they have.

Jenny retained a flimsy essence of the truth. It was a quiet knowing she'd always hold in her heart...''Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon

Jenny sensed the energy of the cosmos. It was like a harmonious orchestra vibrating the universe into existence.' Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon

I like performing because it's direct contact with live people. I write a good deal of the time but that's introspective creation rather than interaction.

I feel a sudden clear focus and perspective. There is no time for anything inessential. I must focus on myself, my work, and my friends.

[photography]... wanted to understand, to master for myself, all the processes involved, and to manipulate them in my own way.

I have no respect for the passion of equality, which seems to me merely idealizing envy.

Let me show you

Whoever has the sword will have the earth.

I liked the idea of a person shedding their life, and someone else putting it on. -Oliver Harris on writing The Hollow Man for Crime Time online magazine

Amazingly, I can still see the stars: whole galaxies blooming from nothing - pink and purple suns, vast silver oceans, a thousand white moons.

She lives for this-the fight, the battle for survival. She actually enjoys it.

That was the problem with the outside world, the human world. The whole thing was made up puzzles, of a language she didn't quite speak.

I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.

I gladly sacrifice pear-shaped tones in favor of down-to-earth emotion.

At least when I'm sleeping I can dream myself back to Alex, can dream myself into a different world.

A goose flies by a chart the Royal Geographic Society could not improve.

if one of two or more joint wrongdoers has to pay all the damages, he cannot recover contribution from his fellows.

The first requirement of a sound body of law is, that it should correspond with the actual feelings and demands of the community, whether right or wrong.

Prosperity and democracy does seem to be a good way to wean a population off massive alcohol abuse.

Democracy is like a tamborine - not everyone can be trusted with it.