Edgardo Uzun > Edgardo's Quotes

“We might even make this after all,’ he hollered, but the craft didn’t reply.”
― A.R. Merrydew, Inara

“But this Scroll too has magical properties. From the moment I first saw it, the paper warmed to my touch. I know it came alive as I held it. Did you know there’s a serpent on the back? Some say it’s a dragon. It winked at me. Its lashes are gold.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.
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― Max Nowaz, The Three Witches and the Master

“was he connected to the hitman? I didn't worry about it”
― Edward Williams, Framed & Hunted: A True Story of Occult Persecution

“إذا فقد رجلٌ رجلاً أو عيناً ، فهو يعرف أنه فقد رِجلاً أو عيناً. ولكن إذا فقد نفساً - نفسه- فليس بإمكانه أن يعرف ذلك، لأنه لم يعد موجوداً هناك ليعرف”
― Oliver Sacks, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales

“لكن أكثر ما يثير اندهاشي وتعجبي هو أن لي قلبا يستطيع أن يأخذني إلى عالمي الخاص. .”
― جوستاين غاردر, Hello? Is Anybody There?

“The first method for estimating the intelligence of a ruler is to look at the men he has around him.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince

“Siegfried once told me he had spent half a morning trying to stuff a uterus up a cow’s rectum. What really worried him, he said, was that he nearly succeeded)”
― James Herriot, All Creatures Great and Small / All Things Bright and Beautiful / All Things Wise and Wonderful: Three James Herriot Classics

“My death is the life of another, and I will stand again in the windswept grasses and look through the eyes of the fox and take the air with the eagle and run in the track of the deer.”
― Daniel Quinn, Providence: The Story of a Fifty-Year Vision Quest

“children listen to superstitious tales, the story goes, that that spot, in the heart of the "Big Cane," is a haunted place. For more than a quarter of a century, human voices had rarely, if ever, disturbed the silence of the clearing. Rank and noxious weeds had overspread the once cultivated field—serpents sunned themselves on the doorway of the crumbling cabin. It was indeed a dreary picture”
― Solomon Northup, Twelve Years a Slave: Narrative of Solomon Northup