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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a7eff1b | The sun is up, and all that money out there won't steal itself. | Scott Lynch | ||
| bfe2bc6 | Damn it, when will you learn that refusing to admit you've lost isn't the same as winning? | Scott Lynch | ||
| 9a06d68 | Nobody admires anyone else without qualification. If they do they're after an image, not a person. | Scott Lynch | ||
| 8718883 | Let's be obvious. Me brute, you weasel.""Agreed. You brute, me charming mastermind." | Scott Lynch | ||
| 03e1439 | I'm not without my sympathies, Lamora. They just don't necessarily reside with you. | Scott Lynch | ||
| 5b1295f | I never would've thought--""Don't think," said Locke. "I'm paid to do that for you." | Scott Lynch | ||
| 47f2599 | Push your luck, gorgeous, and eventually luck pushes back. | Scott Lynch | ||
| 66a2029 | Are you really that arrogant, that logic is as optional as a fashion accessory for you? | Scott Lynch | ||
| 924fb9e | I was part of this propaganda campaign, absolutely. | Scott McClellan | ||
| 6a2e6f6 | What we offer is good enough. It's like my haircut: It ain't pretty, but it's good enough. | Scott McNealy | ||
| 9c51c1e | In a world without fences, who needs Gates? | Scott McNealy | ||
| 9c44586 | Open source is free like a puppy is free. | Scott McNealy | ||
| 528afd0 | Busy livin all the poems I haven't written. | Scoundrel Days: A Memoir | ||
| e7ddc08 | Australia, land of brazen scum. Come one, come all and get a sunburned bum. | Scoundrel Days: A Memoir | ||
| 68981ec | If a scribe knows only a single line but his handwriting is good, he is indeed a scribe! | Scribe | ||
| 50b2f1e | What kind of a scribe is a scribe who does not know Sumerian? | Scribe | ||
| d169647 | A chattering scribe's guilt is great. | Scribe | ||
| a50e44f | You are fifty years old and would worship a day old statue! | Sculpture | ||
| dfefa61 | A sculptor wieldsTo beauty. | Sculpture | ||
| 559084d | Not from a vain or shallow thoughtHis awful Jove young Phidias brought. | Sculpture | ||
| c8ed260 | And the cold marble leapt to life a God. | Sculpture | ||
| 108d065 | Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm. | Sculpture | ||
| dee3ee3 | The sculptor does not work for the anatomist, but for the common observer of life and nature. | Sculpture | ||
| 82e1293 | The marble index of a mind foreverVoyaging through strange seas of thought, alone. | Sculpture | ||
| a5c04ab | For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it's always ourselves we find in the sea. | Sea | ||
| 647a74d | The sea has many voices,Many gods and many voices. | Sea | ||
| cb27afb | The sea is the sweat of the earth. | Sea | ||
| fd09d59 | The sea, that great library of books one cannot read. | Sea | ||
| 64a25d7 | Praise the sea, but keep on land. | Sea | ||
| 6852b96 | Oh salty sea, how much of your saltare tears of Portugal! | Sea | ||
| 7174bd3 | The precious stone set in the silver sea. | Sea | ||
| 89d910c | Behold, the sea itself | Sea | ||
| 3f9a69b | On the earth, nations will be in anguish and perplexity at the roaring and tossing of the sea. | Sea | ||
| 029324d | The burden of the desert of the sea. | Sea | ||
| f34c540 | The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land,Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength. | Sea | ||
| 3aa6509 | I never was on the dull, tame shore,But I loved the great sea more and more. | Sea | ||
| 5e1c8f9 | The sea is flowing ever,The land retains it never. | Sea | ||
| e2caa30 | The sea appears all golden Beneath the sun-lit sky. | Sea | ||
| 89180d3 | Of the loud resounding sea. | Sea | ||
| 508a281 | Tut! the best thing I know between France and England is the sea. | Sea | ||
| 972599b | Love the sea? I dote upon it--from the beach. | Sea | ||
| 6b02515 | Streak of silver sea.\t | Sea | ||
| dc9c5d9 | The Channel is that silver strip of sea which severs merry England from the tardy realms of Europe. | Sea | ||
| a17ee79 | There the sea I foundCalm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound. | Sea |