Ananke Goddess Quotes & Sayings

That cat doesn't have a lick of sense,' I said, sighing.
Well, honey, he's not right in the head,' Dad said, flipping his cigarette into the front yard.
I glared at him. 'And just what do you mean by that?'
Dad counted on his fingers. 'He's cross-eyed; he jumps out of trees after birds and then doesn't land on his feet; he sleeps with his head smashed up against the wall, and the tip of his tail is crooked.'
Oh yeah? Well, how about this: he once got locked in a basement by evil Petey Scroggs in the middle of January and survived on snow and little frozen mice. When I'm cold at night he sleeps right on my face. Of that whole litter of kittens he came out of he's the only one left. One of his brothers didn't even have a butthole.'
I stand corrected. PeeDink is a survivor. — Haven Kimmel

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble. — Zelda Fitzgerald

book variables, student variables, and school variables. — Teri S. Lesesne

In the state of nature profit is the measure of right. — Thomas Hobbes

Why on earth have I, because I'm a woman, got to be nice to everyone? — Caitlin Moran

The key to fighting isn't lack of passion, it's controlled passion. Care about winning. Care about those you defend. You have to care about something. — Brandon Sanderson

He was a crusty old bastard, dressed like my uncle in ancient denim coveralls, espadrilles and beret. He had a leathery, tanned and windblown face, hollow cheeks, and the tiny broken blood vessels on nose and cheeks that everyone seemed to have from drinking so much of the local Bordeaux. — Anthony Bourdain

I started as a model when I was 14 because I wanted to make money. — Emmanuelle Seigner

Facts tend to take the punch out of a good hate rant and are therefore left best unsaid. — John Ridley

Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb. — Nadine Gordimer

To him it seemed a miracle that we should last so much as a single day. There is no antidote, he writes, against the opium of time. The winter sun shows how soon the light fades from the ash, how soon night enfolds us. Hour upon hour is added to the sum. Time itself grows old. Pyramids, arches and obelisks are melting pillars of snow. Not even those who have found a place amidst the heavenly constellations have perpetuated their names: Nimrod is lost in Orion, and Osiris in the Dog Star. Indeed, old families last not three oaks. To set one's name to a work gives no one a title to be remembered, for who knows how many of the best of men have gone without a trace? The iniquity of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten. — W.G. Sebald

The Common lawes of the Realme should by no means be delayed for the law is the surest sanctuary, that a man should take, and the strongest fortresse to protect the weakest of all, lex et tutissima cassis. — Edward Coke