Amreeta Mathai Quotes & Sayings

You guys are lucky, cuz in Europe, like you can show boobs on TV and like in magazines and what not. We're Americans so the slightest, the slightest glimpse of a nipple will ... — Mark Hoppus

A life without a cause is a life without effect. — Paulo Coelho

Humanity is still much more a means than an end. It is the type: the human
race is merely the test material, the vast excess of failure, a debris field. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I have a real aversion to machines. I write with a pen. Then I read it to someone who writes it onto the computer. What are those computer letters made of anyway? Light? Too insubstantial. Paper, you can feel it. A pen. There's a connection. A pen goes exactly at your speed, whereas that machine jumps. And then, that machine is waiting for you, just humming uh-huh, yes? — Fran Lebowitz

Madonna is interesting. She changed music. She definitely did. She gave me an opportunity that no one else would give me, so I am very grateful to her. — Meshell Ndegeocello

There's nothing essentially romantic about things like roses or jewelry. Romance starts as some blank concept, and then you just fill it in with objects so you have something to point to when you want to make it real. — Andrea Seigel

The passion to produce is very great. One man, who has not yet been assigned his little garden plot, is hopefully watering a jimson weed simply to have something of his own growing. — John Steinbeck

Being on the stage in New York is always exciting because you feel like you're part of the life of the city. — Alan Rickman

Thus light is something like raindrops-each little lump of light is called a photon-and if the light is all one color, all the "raindrops" are the same size. — Richard Feynman

Impossibility only lasts until you find new unbelievable hard evidences. — Toba Beta

him a huge smile. "Where's Daddy, poppet? — Megan Isaacs

Born weary of being born, he chose to be a shade; when, then, did he live, and by the transgression of what birth? And if, living, he wore his shroud, by what miracle did he manage to die? — Emil M. Cioran