Occupation: WriterOccupational Hazard: Carpel tunnelSolution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows

Occupation: WriterOccupational Hazard: Carpel tunnelSolution: Wrist guards to bed or my hands do all the sleeping Perspective: I've decided my wrist guards have turned me into a Ninja Superhero that hides in the shadows

Christy Hall
Save QuoteView Quote
Similar Quotes by christy-hall

She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?"Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?"For once Auto Correct got it right.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

This life is full of signs, many of which find their way to you exactly when you need them most.

Christy Hall
Save QuoteView Quote

Every day in New York City is a test. Work hard and pass this test, you get a chocolate cookie. From a strange man on the subway. A man without pants.

Christy Hall
Save QuoteView Quote

Airport bars are more like film sets, the bathrooms reminiscent of dormitories. Everyone is waiting to go somewhere, suspended in nowhere...

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

I close my eyes and think of what might be possible. And, in my mind, I see fireworks over the Hudson.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

Be what you are, all that you are. Wear yourself proudly. It will require that you draw a line, but that line in the sand is your courage.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

Wear yourself proudly.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

I look out over my life and see a million question marks with only a few definitive exclamation points. I'm living for the next exclamation.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote

Growing up, I used to climb out my window onto the roof and look up at the stars. There, in the quiet, I would write stories inside my head.

Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm
Save QuoteView Quote