Quotesdtb.com
Popular Searches
Mark Twain
Marcus Aurelius
Albert Einstein
Oscar Wilde
Confucius
Plato
Authors
Topics
Quotes
Home
Authors
Quotes of the day
Top quotes
Topics
Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.
Cassandra Clare
Embed this Quote Image
×
Copy the code below to show this image on your website:
Embed code
<a href="https://www.quotesdtb.com/quote/12033164/cassandra-clare-ate-catch" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer"><img loading="lazy" src="https://cdn.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images_webp/79/cassandra-clare-ate-catch-276779.webp" alt="Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random. (Cassandra Clare)" style="max-width:1200px;width:100%;height:auto;border:0;display:block;" width="1200" height="630"></a>
Copy code
Code copied!
Add to your website
Related topics
ate
catch
clary
guard
off
vomiting
words
Related quotes
When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.
Denis Diderot
I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose = words in their best order; - poetry = the best words in the best order.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I was the conductor of the Underground Railroad for eight years, and I can say what most conductors can't say; I never ran my train off the track and I never lost a passenger.
Harriet Tubman
Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.
Amy Tan
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
Jeanette Winterson