Famous Quotes & Sayings

Melissa Sweet

I thought well, if a little kid is going to take off to her grandmother's, she must, in my mind, like the woods and nature. The journal thing comes right up again.

Jim Taylor

I don't know whether it will sell; God's truth, I don't care. I want it in libraries, I want it in journalism schools. I want it out there.

Russell Baker

Except for politics, no business is scrutinized more exhaustively than journalism.

Warren Buffett

The smarter the journalists are, the better off society is.

Will Rogers

I hope we never live to see the day when a thing is as bad as some of our newspapers make it.

William Makepeace Thackeray

The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair.

Frank Zappa

Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read

Lucy Dalglish

I know a journalist when I see one.

Adnan Dulaimi

The journalist was trying to meet me when she was kidnapped.

Daphne White

Do we really want 6-year-olds to become street fighters?

Alan Johnson

We were thinking Wall Street would be flattish for the year, but we fortunately may have undershot.

Darrell Sanders

We're taking it off the street one gram at a time.

Eric Fry

There's no visibility, to put it in Wall Street terms,

Dan Jenkins

I get 'USA Today,' the 'New York Times,' 'Wall Street Journal' and the 'Star-Telegram' at my doorstep. I can't do without them.

Angelo Vaughn

He was a street cop. He was someone you want to emulate.

Beeban Kidron

I often go out on the street with my camera and ask questions.

Elaine Stritch

New Yorkers stop me on the street all the time to say, 'You're terrific! You're the nuts!'

Frank Roder

We've been complaining about 12th street for many, many years.

Robert Creeley

It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood.

Robert Crais

I have these huge black foam boards on the wall, and tacked to them, I have these white punch cards with my story ideas, scenes and notes.

Russell Baker

Journalism was being whittled away by a Wall Street theory that profits can be maximized by minimizing the product.

Rose Macaulay

The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls.

Rose McGowan

You have to work to carve out your own little corner, and I'm certainly smacking my head against the wall trying to make a dent. I just hope I don't get brain-damaged before I get there

Rick Riordan

Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go! Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The entire glacier shuddered. Ghosts fell to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray water even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the back half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the edge.

William S. Burroughs

His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain.

Virginia Woolf

The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.

William Friedkin

I tend to be attracted to characters who are up against a wall with very few alternatives. And the film then becomes an examination of how they cope with very few options. And that's, I guess, what interests me in terms of human behavior.