Altfel Alt Quotes & Sayings

When a village ceases to be a community, it becomes oppressive in its narrow conformity. So one becomes an individual and migrates to the city. There, finding others like-minded, one re-establishes a village community. Nowadays only New Yorkers are yokels. — Paul Goodman

If she doesn't want to be friends with us, I certainly don't want to be friends with her. Hell, I didn't like the bitch anyway. — C.C. Hunter

You know what I hate? The outdoors. I mean, generally. I don't like outside. I'm an inside person. I'm all about refrigeration and indoor plumbing and Judge Judy. — John Green

I expect an energy bill to increase and diversify supply and stabilize energy prices - not drive up energy costs in one part of the country to subsidize energy in another region. — Pete Domenici

Get back in your sheets!" Brandt shouted — Abigail Roux

Even the superstars need to be coached once in awhile. — Adam Oates

He was once a captive in her attic. Now she was the one held captive, enraptured by his unwavering trust. — Pam Godwin

She has her own glamour, Willy lad. All poets do, all the bards and artists, all the musicians who truly take the music into their own hearts. They all straddle the border of Faerie, and they see into both worlds. Not dependably into either, perhaps, but that uncertainty keeps them honest and at a distance. — Emma Bull

They have fixed our nutrition and arranged our life-span. More than this, and ahead of this, efforts will not be productive. — Idries Shah

Art is a framework, a kind of living trellis, on which public dreaming can shape itself ... — Elizabeth Janeway

Know thyself.
[Lat., Ne quis nimis. (From the Greek)] — Solon

Got one," P.J. called. "Motherfucker is ball-less and singing soprano."

"Jesus, that woman is vicious," Joe muttered.

"That's our girl," Renshaw called back smugly. — Maya Banks

First you have nothing, and then, astonishingly, after ripping out your brain and your heart and betraying your friends and ex-lovers and dreaming like a zombie over the page till you can't see or hear or smell or taste, you have something. — T.C. Boyle