45rpm Clyde Quotes & Sayings

I think I'm like that nerdy dad from middle school who always has a video camera, but in the same respect, I only take it out during interesting occasions. — Casey Neistat

Other people can write grown-up, political plays about the troubles in the world. My plays deal with magic and hope. — Colman Domingo

We were the letters sent to the wrong address,
but opened anyway. — Andrea Gibson

Entrepreneurial creation is the generation, de novo, of novelty and surprise - freedom of choice originating in the world of ideas, and imagination beyond all concern with chemicals. The contrary view - that all ideas are determined by material relationships - is the materialist superstition. — George Gilder

She hadn't had many lovers but the men she'd been with in the past had convinced her that sex was like a box of chocolates - you never knew what you were going to get when you went to bed with a man. And — Evangeline Anderson

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom. — Wallace Stevens

Everythings so blurry
And everyones so fake
And everybodys so empty
And everything is so messed up
Pre-occupied without you
I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you
I stumble then I crawl — Puddle Of Mudd

Once you're born, the worst has already happened. — Rudy Rucker

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. — Anne Sexton

Very simply, we subsidize high-fructose corn syrup in this country, but not carrots. While the surgeon general is raising alarms over the epidemic of obesity, the president is signing farm bills designed to keep the river of cheap corn flowing, guaranteeing that the cheapest calories in the supermarket will continue to be the unhealthiest. — Michael Pollan

But sometimes a shattered view is the only way to see truth. — James D. Horton

The greater part of the truth is always hidden, in regions out of the reach of cynicism. — J.R.R. Tolkien

The universal nature has no external space; but the wondrous part of her art is that though she has circumscribed herself, everything which is within her which appears to decay and to grow old and to be useless she changes into herself, and again makes other new things from these very same, so that she requires neither substance from without nor wants a place into which she may cast that which decays. She is content then with her own space, and her own matter, and her own art. — Marcus Aurelius