Pew Quotes

1. "I mean, in the last few months alone, I've been pinned in a big set of white-water rapids, been bitten by an angry snake in a jungle, had a close escapewith a big mountain rockfall, narrowly avoided being eaten by a huge croc in the Australian swamps, and had to cut away from my main parachute and come down on my reserve, some five thousand feet above the Arctic plateau.When did all this craziness become my world?It's as if - almost accidentally - this madness had become my life. And don't get me wrong - I love it all.The game, though, now, is to hang on to that life. Every day is the most wonderful of blessings, and a gift that I never, ever take for granted.Oh, and as for the scars, broken bones, aching limbs and sore back?I consider them just gentle reminders that life is precious - and that maybe, just maybe, I am more fragile than I dare to admit."
Author: Bear Grylls

2. "Dr. Deveaux stopped and looked at me hard. He leaned in and whispered, 'The rest is all bullshit, Miss Drake. It's as simple as that. Your purpose here in life is to discern the real thing from the bullshit, and then to choose the non-bullshit. Think of the opportunity that God has given you to study as the means by which to attain your own personal bullshit detector. Sometimes that will be particularly difficult, because those who proclaim to know the truth, well intentioned or not, are spewing the most bullshit. But you will know when you have been properly ravished. And then you'll see, how the entire world is eyeball deep in it and that we choose it, and that we choose it every day. But the good news is that, although we struggle with it, there is a way out. Yes, there is a very worthy antidote and option to all the bullshit."
Author: Carolyn Weber

3. "There is a problem with writers. If what a writer wrote was published and sold many, many copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold a medium number of copies, the writer thought he was great. If what a writer wrote was published and sold very few copies, the writer thought he was great. If what the writer wrote never was published and he didn't have enough the money to publish it himself, then he thought he was truly great. The truth, however, was there was very little greatness. It was almost nonexistent, invisible. But you could be sure that the worst writers had the most confidence, the least self-doubt. Anyway, writers were to be avoided, and I tried to avoid them, but it was almost impossible. They hoped for some sort of brotherhood, some kind of togetherness. None of it had anything to do with writing, none of it helped at the typewriter."
Author: Charles Bukowski

4. "Most people who spew hatred aren't very intelligent or motivated. They tend to be lazy, and if for some reason they are coaxed into picking up a pen, their messages are mostly incoherent and largely illiterate."
Author: Damien Echols

5. "That pew became a confessional. There, with a fully clothed, fully present Kyle, he left his plans for lifelong commitment to only the Church in a smoldering pile. This woman, this broken, brave, perfect woman was what he needed. They talked again—about funny parishioners and childhood stories. Anything they thought, they said."
Author: Debra Anastasia

6. "She had a brief affair with a novelist, W. L. River, whose Death of a Young Man had been published several years earlier. He called her Motsie and pledged himself to her in letters composed of stupendously long run-on sentences, in one case seventy-four lines of single-spaced typewriting. At the time this passed for experimental prose. "I want nothing from life except you," he wrote. "I want to be with you forever, to work and write for you, to live wherever you want to live, to love nothing, nobody but you, to love you with the passion of earth but also with the above earthly elements of more eternal, spiritual love.…"He did not, however, get his wish."
Author: Erik Larson

7. "The unnatural beast plummeted to the ground, vainly attempting to keep his entrails in and put out the fire that covered him. Morfyd spewed another spell at the retreating form and Hefaidd-Hen burst into pieces.Fearghus glanced at his sister. "That was a bit much, don't you think?"She gave an innocent shrug. "I like to be certain."
Author: G.A. Aiken

8. "Nigdy nie zapominaj o tym, kim jestes, bo swiat na pewno o tym nie zapomni. Uczyn z tego swoja sile, a wtedy przestanie to byc twoja slabym punktem. Zrób z tego swoja zbroje, a nikt nie uzyje tego przeciwko tobie."
Author: George R.R. Martin

9. "Miller is not really a writer but a non-stop talker to whom someone has given a typewriter."
Author: Gerald Brenan

10. "At length the Turk turned to Larry:'You write, I believe?' he said with complete lack of interest.Larry's eyes glittered. Mother, seeing the danger signs, rushed in quickly before he could reply.'Yes, yes' she smiled, 'he writes away, day after day. Always tapping at the typewriter''I always feel that I could write superbly if I tried' remarked the Turk.'Really?' said Mother. 'Yes, well, it's a gift I suppose, like so many things.''He swims well' remarked Margo, 'and he goes out terribly far''I have no fear' said the Turk modestly. 'I am a superb swimmer, so I have no fear. When I ride the horse, I have no fear, for I ride superbly. I can sail the boat magnificently in the typhoon without fear'He sipped his tea delicately, regarding our awestruck faces with approval.'You see' he went on, in case we had missed the point, 'you see, I am not a fearful man."
Author: Gerald Durrell

11. "My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane."
Author: Graham Greene

12. "When you're all alone out there, on the end of the typewriter, with each new story a new appraisal by the world of whether you can still get it up or not, arrogance and self-esteem and deep breathing are all you have. It often looks like egomania. I assure you it's the bold coverup of the absolutely terrified."
Author: Harlan Ellison

13. "Mysle, ze na pewno ciezko jest zyc samemu w miejscu, w którym ktos nas opuscil. dobrze to rozumiem. lecz nie ma na swiecie nic równie okrutnego, jak poczucie opuszczenia wywolane tym, ze nie ma sie na co czekac."
Author: Haruki Murakami

14. "The night was a typewriter key that got stuck and kept punching all the letters on top of the others until all that was left was a black blob. No word, no letter, no message in the night for me."
Author: Heather O'Neill

15. "My Panasonic typewriter can make graphs. It types in four different colors."
Author: Heather O'Rourke

16. "Dobry kit to polowa sukcesu. Reszte zapewnia odpowiednio dobrany zespól."
Author: Izabela Sowa

17. "Karl looked to the far side of the platform and saw the approaching engine. It was immense, a bulky cylinder of metal spewing great plumes of grey smoke from its chimney. With several gleaming carriages stretched out behind it, the train looked like some oversized metallic serpent."
Author: Jack Croxall

18. "[The Doctor] pulled the thing out of Prince Boris's mouth, waving it around. 'Oh. Blimey. This is not a spatula. What is it?'I [Amy] stared at the stubby thing. It looked like the world's chunkiest novelty gift pen... I coughed. 'That, Doctor, is the sonic screwdriver.''Ah,' Dr Smith boggled. 'Right. Is it? Oh dear.' Another pause. 'What does it do?''Well... it screws things... sonically. On a good day, we fight off monsters with it.''Monsters, eh?' Dr Smith nodded gravely and... pointed it at the doorway like a gun and said, hopefully, 'Pew! Pew! Pew!' He turned back to me. 'Like that?''Other way up,' I said gently."
Author: James Goss

19. "Writer's block is real. It happens. Some days you sit down at theold typewriter, put your fingers on the keys, and nothing popsinto your head. Blanko. Nada. El nothingissimo. What you dowhen this happens is what separates you from the one-of-thesedays-I'm-gonna-write-a-book crowd."
Author: James N. Frey

20. "Chociaz nie odwazyl sie jej o to zapytac, byl pewien, ze sie masturbuje. Byla zbyt inteligentna, aby tego nie robic. Tylko kobiety, które sie masturbuja, dobrze wiedza, co je podnieca i umieja o to poprosic. Ponadto akt masturbacji jest jedynie dodatkiem do prawdziwego aktu, który ma miejsce w mózgu. Podbrzusze jest tylko scena, na której sie to rozgrywa. Byl pewien, ze ona masturbuje sie, myslac o nim. Tak, to byla wlasnie ta wylacznosc: byc w jej mózgu i w jej palcach w takim momencie. Czy mozna byc w ogóle blizej kobiety niz wtedy, gdy ona rozladowuje napiecie swoich fantazji, wiedzac, ze nic, absolutnie nic i przed nikim nie musi udawac?"
Author: Janusz Leon Wisniewski

21. "Internet byl taki. Przypominal troche konfesjonal, a rozmowy – rodzaj grupowej spowiedzi. Czasami bylo sie spowiednikiem, czasami spowiadanym. To czynila ta odleglosc i ta pewnosc, ze zawsze mozna wyciagnac wtyczke z gniazdka."
Author: Janusz Leon Wisniewski

22. "I cried at the funeral. It wasn't because I loved her, it was because I was there, in the front pew at the church, chopping onions."
Author: Jarod Kintz

23. "Mr. Pewter led them through to a library, filled with thousands ofantiquarian books.'Impressive, eh?''Very,' said Jack. 'How did you amassall these?''Well,' said Pewter, 'You know the person who always borrowsbooks and never gives them back?''Yes...?''I'm that person."
Author: Jasper Fforde

24. "My uncle recovered first, stepping forward. "Are you okay, Alexandria?""Other than the fact I just spewed out two gods like a drunk college chick? I'm feeling fabulous."
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout

25. "Either be hot or cold. If you are lukewarm, the Lord will spew you forth from His mouth."
Author: Jerry Lee Lewis

26. "Sometimes when Anna is talking to Louise she sees words coming out of her mouth like fistfuls of stones. But she doesn't intend to spew stones; it's simply the only way Anna knows how to takl to her mother."
Author: Jessica Anya Blau

27. "Maybe God doesn't care if we get all dressed up and sit in the pew every Sunday, as Diana believes. Instead, maybe God comes to us through men like Sloth, watching over us as we make our own decisions. Maybe God has always been with me. Opening doors, leading me to opportunities, letting me choose my own path, and loving me even when I chose the wrong one. Never giving up on me. Knowing all along that I am on a journey. That I must find my own way to Him. Maybe River was rights. Maybe God does still believe in me."
Author: Julie Cantrell

28. "For four days straights, I sit at my typewriter in my bedroom. Twenty of my typed pages, full of slashes and red-circled edits, become thirty-one in thick Strathmore white."
Author: Kathryn Stockett

29. "Kiedy byliscie mali, byc moze ktos wam czytal banalna bajeczke - slowo "banalna" znaczy tutaj: "niewarta czytania" - o chlopczyku, który wywolywal wilka z lasu. Bohaterem tej bajeczki jest maly meczydusza, który krzyczy "Wilk! Wilk!", chociaz wilka nie ma w poblizu, i za kazdym razem latwowierni wiesniacy pedza mu na pomoc, aby przekonac sie, ze to byl tylko zart. Ale raz chlopczyk krzyknal "Wilk! Wilk!" wcale nie dla zartu - tylko nikt mu juz nie przybiegl na pomoc. Wilk zjadl dowcipnisia, i na tym, Bogu dzieki, bajeczka sie konczy.Moral z niej plynie oczywisty: "Nie osiedlaj sie tam, gdzie wilki hasaja na wolnosci" - chociaz ten, kto wam czytal te bajeczke, na pewno twierdzi, ze jej moral brzmi: nie klam, bo pozalujesz. Bylby to strasznie glupi moral, poniewaz wszyscy wiemy, ze klamstwo bywa czasem nie tylko pozyteczne, ale i wskazane."
Author: Lemony Snicket

30. "Arguing with somebody is never pleasant, but sometimes it is useful and necessary to do so. Just the other day, for example, it was useful and necessary for me to have an unpleasant argument with a medical student because if he hadn't let me borrow his speedboat I would now be chained inside a very small waterproof room, instead of sitting in a typewriter factory typing our this woeful tale."
Author: Lemony Snicket

31. "Raw emotions — anger, frustration, bitterness, resentment — are the feelings we tend to hide from people we want to impress but spew on those we love the most."
Author: Lysa TerKeurst

32. "The village lay in the hollow, and climbed, with very prosaic houses, the other side. Village architecture does not flourish in Scotland. The blue slates and the grey stone are sworn foes to the picturesque; and though I do not, for my own part, dislike the interior of an old-fashioned pewed and galleried church, with its little family settlements on all sides, the square box outside, with its bit of a spire like a handle to lift it by, is not an improvement to the landscape. Still, a cluster of houses on differing elevations - with scraps of garden coming in between, a hedgerow with clothes laid out to dry, the opening of a street with its rural sociability, the women at their doors, the slow waggon lumbering along - gives a centre to the landscape. It was cheerful to look at, and convenient in a hundred ways. ("The Open Door")"
Author: Margaret Oliphant

33. "Jedna z nich zostala wkrótce potem zalozycielem pewnej sekty, a druga znanym politykiem."
Author: Martin Lechowicz

34. "All subjects are the same. I memorize notes for a test, spew it, ace it, then forget it. What makes this scary for the future of our country is that I'm in the tip-top percentile on every standardized test. I'm a model student with a very crappy attitude about learning."
Author: Megan McCafferty

35. "An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought."
Author: Mignon McLaughlin

36. "Good painters imitate nature, but bad ones spew it up."
Author: Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

37. "-Ale pan nie jest Dostojewskim – powiedziala zbita z tropu przez Korowiowa obywatelka.-Skad to mozna wiedziec, skad to mozna wiedziec! - odrzekl Korowiow.-Dostojewski umarl – oswiadczyla obywatelka, ale jakos niezbyt pewnie.-Protestuje! - goraco zawolal Behemot. - Dostojewski jest niesmiertelny!"
Author: Mikhail Bulgakov

38. "Good God, Clarence! You look like a bereaved tapeworm."
Author: P.G. Wodehouse

39. "Your soul is a chosen landscapeWhere charming masked and costumed figures goPlaying the lute and dancing and almostSad beneath their fantastic disguises.All sing in a minor keyOf all-conquering love and careless fortuneThey do not seem to believe in their happinessAnd their song mingles with the moonlight.The still moonlight, sad and beautiful,Which gives the birds to dream in the treesAnd makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy,The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues."
Author: Paul Verlaine

40. "We all, like Frodo, carry a Quest, a Task: our daily duties. They come to us, not from us. We are free only to accept or refuse our task- and, implicitly, our Taskmaster. None of us is a free creator or designer of his own life. "None of us lives to himself, and none of us dies to himself" (Rom 14:7). Either God, or fate, or meaningless chance has laid upon each of us a Task, a Quest, which we would not have chosen for ourselves. We are all Hobbits who love our Shire, or security, our creature comforts, whether these are pipeweed, mushrooms, five meals a day, and local gossip, or Starbucks coffees, recreational sex, and politics. But something, some authority not named in The Lord of the Rings (but named in the Silmarillion), has decreed that a Quest should interrupt this delightful Epicurean garden and send us on an odyssey. We are plucked out of our Hobbit holes and plunked down onto a Road."
Author: Peter Kreeft

41. "What is hell to a writer? Hell is being too busy to find the time to write or being unable to find the inspiration. Hell is suddenly finding the words but being away from your notebook or typewriter. Hell is when the verses slip away through your fingers and they never return again."
Author: R.M. Engelhardt

42. "As a writer, I like the list of "things to strive for" that Richard Yates kept above his typewriter:genuine claritygenuine feelingthe right wordthe exact English sentencethe eloquent detailthe rigorous dramatization of story"
Author: Richard Yates

43. "My world burns severe.Pockets of sweltering air attack every inch of me exposed, heated by fire spewed forth from the lungs of dragons. For defense I raise a glowing sword that shines by virtue of powers contrary to those I fight against. It is a battle that rages on and on for as long as any man can endure. But there are days I feel I cannot?drained and weary unlike these monsters that lash at me as if sustained by an abiding fervor in their bellies. The battle is harsh and my weapons heavy.You alone give me hope.And for that reason only I raise my sword and prepare to push the demons back once again."
Author: Richelle E. Goodrich

44. "I try to sit down at the typewriter four times a day, even if it's only five minutes, and write three sentences."
Author: Roger Zelazny

45. "He struck his temples with his fists and screamed: 'Haven't you ever seen a goddam DC converter? You can get them at Radio Shack for three bucks! Are you seriously trying to tell me you couldn't have made a simple DC converter when you can make your tractor fly and your typewriter run on telepathy? Are you?'Nobody thought of it!' she screamed suddenly."
Author: Stephen King

46. "Throw up" Victor said.Bacteria, he believed, would run up his arms and gain access to his brain through his ear canals. "Vomit. Puke. Spew. Disgorge. Regorge. Discharge- like excrement.""Victor, stop it!" Doll snapped. "You're making me nauseous.""Talk--vomit words. Sound and sound alike," he said."
Author: Tami Hoag

47. "Often the things that pop out of my typewriter regale me, especially when I am trying to say something else and in a different way only to have a kind of metamorphosis take place during the act of typing and?­?­whammo!?­?a concept I hadn't counted on is strutting it's vaudeville on the page."
Author: Tom Robbins

48. "If a typewriter is antiquated, what does that make me?" she asked. There was an awkward pause. As Baez later told me, "As soon as I said it, I realized the answer was so obvious. The question just hung in the air. I was just horrified."
Author: Walter Isaacson

49. "(I'm not online.) I don't have a fax. I don't go in for any of that stuff. The typewriter is as far as I went."
Author: Walter Kaylin

50. "My darkness reaches out and fumbles at a typewriter with its tongs. Your darkness reaches out with your tongs and grasps a book. There are twenty modes of change, filter and translation between us. What an extravagant coincidence it would be if the exact quality, the translucent sweetness of her cheek, the very living curve of bone between the eyebrow and hair should survive the passage! How can you share the quality of my terror in the blacked-out cell when I can only remember it and not re-create it for myself? No. Not with you. Or only with you, in part. For you were not there."
Author: William Golding

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