Arborite Quotes & Sayings

We love you. We want you to marry us. — Maya Banks

It was the only lie she ever told. She did not do it to protect Francisco; she did it because she felt, for some reason which she could not define, that the incident was a secret too precious to share. — Ayn Rand

He'd (Reggie Jackson) give you the shirt off his back. Of course he'd call a press conference to announce it. — Catfish Hunter

I believe that food addicts need the same type of support offered to alcoholics and drug addicts. They need to detoxify first first and then learn about their disease, while dealing with the thoughts and feelings that arise once they are off their drug. Quite often, psychological issues do not become obvious until food addicts have been abstinent for a long period of time. That's why ongoing support is needed to prevent addicts from relapsing in a panicky effort to cope. — Vera Tarman

The 'in' campaign will attempt to scare people into believing that if the U.K. were to leave, investment and jobs would move abroad. They are as wrong about that now as they were when they warned that this would happen if we did not sign up to the Euro. — Nigel Lawson

There are some people who hate my guts. But that goes with the territory. — Terry Pratchett

I encourage you to live with life. Be courageous, adventurous. Give us a tomorrow, more than we deserve. — Maya Angelou

At the very least, an understanding of evolution can offer a basis for coming together as rational beings to agree on the answers to difficult question. — Greg Graffin

No learning can make up for the failure to pray. No earnestness, no diligence, no study, no gifts will supply its lack. — Edward McKendree Bounds

Or is it this: To be sick and send away the comforters, and to make friends of the deaf, who never hear your requests? — Friedrich Nietzsche

In the Library"

for Octavio


There's a book called
"A Dictionary of Angels."
No one has opened it in fifty years,
I know, because when I did,
The covers creaked, the pages
Crumbled. There I discovered

The angels were once as plentiful
As species of flies.
The sky at dusk
Used to be thick with them.
You had to wave both arms
Just to keep them away.

Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books.
The great secret lies
On some shelf Miss Jones
Passes every day on her rounds.

She's very tall, so she keeps
Her head tipped as if listening.
The books are whispering.
I hear nothing, but she does. — Charles Simic