Top 111 Lit Quotes

In a world lit by data, street corners are painted with contextual information, automobiles can navigate autonomously, thermostats respond to patterns of activity, and retail outlets change as rapidly (and individually) as search results from Google.

I love to be in my bathroom with my candles lit, morning, noon and night. I like taking hot baths and hot showers, using my body scrubs and lotions.

People look at me, for example, and think I have this perfect lavish life, that it’s lit all the time, when that’s not true at all.

Sometimes you have to look at a start and say, ‘Nothing is wrong.’ Even when you get lit up, you still have to say ‘Nothing is wrong.’

I do not like bad photographs. I don’t like to be badly lit. There is a fashion, particularly on stage, for very ‘toppy’ lighting, which makes a child look 50. Ten o’clock is very good. If someone is taking a picture, you say, ‘Lamps at 10 o’clock,’ then everybody looks lovely.

Leaders should lead as far as they can and then vanish. Their ashes should not choke the fire they have lit.

Ironically, being a coach on ‘The Voice’ and spending time with those kids, Xenia and Dia especially, I learned a lot about myself. It reminded me how lucky I am that this happened for me, and it kind of lit the spark inside me again for my love of music.

I don’t like to get comfortable. I don’t like to be like, ‘Oh, my song is all over the place. I’m lit.’ Nah, it makes me wanna keep working.

My feeling about my own work is, I could be writing ‘The Aeneid’ and they would still have to call it chick lit or mommy lit or menopausal old hag lit.

I understand that at times coaches get heated, and there are things they don’t really want to talk about. As a sideline reporter, you’re in the line of fire, and I just got lit up once. And that’s fine.

If I’m desperate, I’ll read anything. But even when I can be choosy, I still have no hard-and-fast rules. I have rules about what I won’t read, rather than what I will. No science fiction, no romance, no chick lit. Although even these rules can be broken.

I always thought ‘chick lit’ meant third-person contemporary funny novels, dealing with issues of the day. I mean, it’s not the ideal term; when I’m asked to describe what I do, I say I write romantic comedies, cause that’s what I feel they are. But I’m quite pragmatic.

In 2007, when I was governor of New York, I proposed that our state once again permit undocumented immigrants to obtain a driver’s license. To say the proposal lit a firestorm in the political arena is an understatement.

Women’s writing was coming along fine until feminists came along and turned it into Women’s Lit.

What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.

Now it really is, believe it or not, 90% of the films are green lit, not by the studio heads, but by the marketing department.

I don’t think my first book was chick lit.

People say ‘chick lit,’ and what they mean is ‘crap.’ And so even though you might sell 100,000 copies of a book, you’re never going to win a prize. These are books that people don’t just read, they devour them – they stay up into the early hours because they want to devour them.

I think that there’s a lot of guys out there that want to read the equivalent of chick lit, but really there’s not being much written for them.

At first blush, it seems odd that loser lit books are rejected initially, then go on to be fiercely loved by legions of readers. This apparent contradiction might be due to the fact that if they didn’t screw up their lives, most losers would be the kind of power-elite, Type A go-getters whom readers love to hate.

Even though I loved to write, I never liked English lit. class very much. I think it ruins books when you dissect them too much. I liked my art classes best.

Going to high school in rural Florida, we always partied down in the woods. Somebody – one of the rednecks – would leave class and mow a path out to a field, and we’d drive out there. Dude, every party I went to was lit by a bonfire. Acoustic guitar.

We were playing a small club in San Diego and the power had gone out in the building. Eddie had a lighter and kept us lit backstage. We became very good friends and spent a lot of time together including hearing Eddie sing in some of the bands he was in at the time.

I thought I was going to be a lot more freaked out by being naked onstage. I think on film I would have been more freaked out, because film is less forgiving. But onstage it’s lit so beautifully. It would make my mother look good.

Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.

The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.

The wives of Henry VIII are too big to be left to chick lit. Their importance is the impact they have on the broad history of the period. On the lives of every man and every woman who lived in England then, and subsequently has lived in England.

Innumerable lovers of Hindi cinema have lit up the big screen. But on screen, they are just two beautiful bodies. They have no caste nor religion. The love that our filmmakers imagined was little more than make-believe.

For me, ‘Bookends’ marks the start of my foray into commercial fiction, away from what has always been thought of as more traditional chick lit – single girl in the city trips around in Manolos looking for Mr. Right.

In the past, I was sometimes put in this women’s lit category, and I was never really sure that was the appropriate place for me – although I certainly recognize it can be helpful and correct for other people.

I just save my money, man. I don’t even try to enjoy it like these other rappers; they having fun and they lit, but they gon’ be broke later on. I be savin’, I be chillin’. It feels good to know I got it, but it feel better to know I’ma keep it too.

One reviewer dubbed my first book, ‘Getting Rid of Matthew,’ ‘chick noir,’ and another called it ‘anti chick lit,’ both of which I loved.

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees Christmas trees. I don’t feel threatened. I don’t feel discriminated against.

It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it, it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.

Now, Richard Pryor was unique. Many misunderstood his humor. He lit up the hallway, but they didn’t understand his use of profanity. He didn’t use it just to be using it; he used it in the context of his satire.

My brother once lit his leg on fire. And after, when the fire was finally out, his leg was covered in third-degree burns. And we made the decision – or my parents did – not to take him to the hospital but to treat that at home with a salve my mother made of comfrey and lobelia.

Once death was really close to me, I suddenly became very fearful of it. I think that lit a fire in me like, ‘What do you have to say before it happens?’

I be turnt when I’m making music videos, and then I’ll just do a different dance in each one that I haven’t done before, just because I’m lit.

We have to rethink the way we light our cities. We have to think again about light as a default solution. Why are all these motorways permanently lit? Is it really needed? Can we maybe be much more selective and create better environments that also benefit from darkness? Can we be more gentle with light?

I give everybody respect. There’s nobody in the NBA who I disrespect because on any given night, you’re liable to get lit up.

When Elizabeth II was crowned – the sixth female monarch since the Norman conquest – the world lit up in her favour.

Much-derided chick lit, chick flicks, and chick magazines have left ambitious women in a bind. Why is it that I, a young woman, can read ‘GQ,’ enjoy ‘Fight Club,’ and subscribe to ‘Thrillist,’ while the idea of a guy doing the same with ‘Glamour,’ ’27 Dresses’ and ‘Daily Candy’ is nearly unheard of?

In short, Now is Google’s attempt at becoming the real time interface to our lives – moving well beyond the siloed confines of ‘search’ and into the far more ambitious world of ‘experience.’ As in – every experience one has could well be lit by data delivered through Google Now.

I’m an old-fashioned English lit. man. Straight down the line – it’s George Eliot, it’s Dickens, it’s Dr. Johnson, it’s Jane Austen.

There are so many stories to tell in the worlds of science fiction, the worlds of fantasy and horror that to confine yourself to even doing historical revisionist fiction, whatever you want to call it – mash-ups, gimmick lit, absurdist fiction – I don’t know if I want to do that anymore.

I guess that’s what I was: a set of abs. And they lit the abs and shot the abs and sent the abs on their way. The photographer didn’t look at my face once. I was humiliated.