Kevin Ansbro Quotes

I bear the Russian man no ill. A Stanislav has as much right to walk God's earth as does a Stanley.

May your talent always be greater than your heartache.

With his pendulous penis swinging from side to side, the beast clip-clopped up a rickety flight of stairs led by Pablo Zapata's wife, who took him through a beaded curtain into a room where a bevy of sullen women reclined on tatty sofas. A collective gasp rang out among the group and many crossed themselves in silent prayer.

There are but twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, yet I must have read a quadrillion words.

Some books send you around the world, while others send you around the bend.

Prejudice wears a variety of hats, none of them becoming.

To master magical realism, one must make the real seem unreal but, more importantly, make the unreal seem real.

Then he heard a distant rumble - louder than thunder. Looking out to sea, Sawat saw a grey wall of water, the width of the horizon, tumbling at high speed towards the shoreline.

Our entire universe is but a snow globe in a giant's hand.

A howl is as infectious to a wolf as a yawn is to a human.

A gentleman goes in search of flattery as keenly as a bee hunts for pollen.

A book cannot spring to life unless it is being read.

We are what we eat,
and we are what we read.

Writing should beguile us, not just take us from A to B to Zzzzz

Awash with trepidation, he was suddenly on the mattress, lured like an errant sailor onto a siren's rocky shore.

A book should grab you by the lapels and kiss you into tomorrow.

Grandma's last year was spent ghosting the bleached corridors of a chintzy care home. Her face became buckled with cancer and she was also irretrievably lost in a fog of dementia.

I am nothing if not misanthropic," declared Sebastian.
"I think you mean philanthropic," said Henry.
"God, you are so perdantic."
"That would be pedantic."
"See! You're even perdantic about the word perdantic.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you; especially if you're dining alone.

We each harbour a talent. It hibernates within us, snug yet eager, waiting for the first darling buds of opportunity to emerge.

Beautiful prose is a floundering fish if it doesn't have a story to swim in.

Focus on an ocean of positives, not a puddle of negatives.

The very best authors are no longer with us; so only read books written by dead people.

When life gives you lemons, don't waste your time making lemonade.

All three were wild-haired and bedraggled, as if they had just staggered from a fight to the death with a family of chimpanzees.

The snow fell as softly as a poet's tears.

The oak trees had shed their leaves, revealing the inky thumbprints of crows' nests in the crackle glaze of dark branches.

Within the pages of books, I've journeyed to Mandalay, the Milky Way and Santa Fe.

Conceit is the enemy of creativity.

One's ego is the enemy of objectivity.

A book doesn't come alive until it is being read.

Cluttered minds think alike.

Sadly, there are writers who wouldn't know an umlaut from an omelet.

People who live in rubber houses should not throw stones either.

For anyone with a library in their head and love in their heart,

A story has to glide like a yacht, not bump along like a supermarket trolley.

Those who believe the axiom that "Ignorance is bliss" only discovered its true meaning when the bliss began to hiss.