Andrew Rokesby Quotes & Sayings

To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another. — William John Locke

A good man will take care of his horses and dogs, not only while they are young, but also when they are old and past service. — Plutarch

I lead with my heart all the time. — Dinah

By working to get away from your circumstance you can make something better of yourself, but there's no guarantee ... But you know what? The joy of it is chasing that dream. — Jon Stewart

If making things seem prettier than they are is a lie, then making them seem uglier must be another. — Richard Russo

And, partly, I had found that theory-structure was a superpower in helping one get what one wanted. As I had early discovered in school wherein I had excelled without labor, guided by theory, while many others, without mastery of theory failed despite monstrous effort. Better theory I thought had always worked for me and, if now available could make me acquire capital and independence faster and better assist everything I loved. — Charlie Munger

There was no doubt about it: Alexandra Finch Hancock was imposing from any angle; her behind was no less uncompromising than her front. — Harper Lee

Words are not (except in their own little corner) facts or things: we need therefore to prise them off the world, to hold them apart from and against it, so that we can realize their inadequacies and arbitrariness, and can relook at the world without blinkers. — J.L. Austin

Billie turned back to Geroge. "He's an idiot."
He held up his hands. "You will find no argument here."
"The plight of the younger son," Andrew said with a sigh.
Billie rolled her eyes, tipping he read toward Andrew as she said to George, "Don't encourage him."
"To be ganged up upon," Andrew went on, "never respected..."
George crane his neck, trying to read the title of Billie's book. "What are you reading?"
"And," Andrew continued, "apparently ignored as well. — Julia Quinn

Frank Sinatra stopped his car. The light was red. Pedestrians passed quickly across his windshield but, as usual, one did not. It was a girl in her twenties. She remained at the curb staring at him. Through the corner of his left eye he could see her, and he knew, because it happens almost every day, that she was thinking, It looks like him, but is it?
Just before the light turned green, Sinatra turned toward her, looked directly into her eyes waiting for the reaction he knew would come. It came and he smiled. She smiled and he was gone. — Gay Talese

School shootings were invented by blacks ... and stolen by the white man. — Chris Rock

The level of discourse reaching a mailbox simply cannot be limited to that which would be suitable for a sandbox. — John Paul Stevens