163 Quotes About Charles

  • Author Charles Bukowski
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    The area dividing the brain and the soul Is affected in many ways by experience --Some lose all mind and become soul:insane.Some lose all soul and become mind:intellectual.Some lose both and become:accepted.

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  • Author Charles Bukowski
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    I knew that I was dying. Something in me said,Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept.Then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit.It needn't be much, just a spark.A spark can set a whole forest on fire.Just a spark.Save it.

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  • Author Patricia Briggs
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    If it would benefit you, I would kill every wolf here. But there are things that you need to do -- and interfering with that is not protecting, not in my book. The best way for me to protect you is to encourage you to be able to protect yourself.

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  • Author Patricia Briggs
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    Are you done yet?' Issac calledCharles tilted his head back and called back, 'I suppose that's why they call you the five minute wonder.'Anna could feel her eyes round and her mouth drop open 'I cant believe you just said that' She paused and reconsidered. 'I am so telling Samuel you said that.'Charles smiled. kissed her gently, and said 'Samuel won't believe you.

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  • Author Patricia Briggs
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    He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that

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  • Author Patricia Briggs
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    There were four cars to choose from, identical except in color. Charles raised an eyebrow at Anna and she trotted around them, pondering."Gray, white, and silver would all blend in," she told him."By all means let's take the metallic orange," he agreed somberly.

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  • Author John Fowles
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    He knew he was overfastidious. But how could one write history with Macaulay so close behind? Fiction or poetry, in the midst of the greatest galaxy of talent in the history of English literature? How could one be a creative scientist, with Lyell and Darwin still alive? Be a statesman, with Disraeli and Gladstone polarizing all the available space?You will see that Charles set his sights high. Intelligent idlers always have, in order to justify their idleness to their intelligence.

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