Azzeddine Zairi Quotes & Sayings

Rebel Number Four" is waiting patiently by the door. I named him "Rebel Number Four," for he is the fourth of his kind I have given the name "Rebel." To many he may be just a hound dog, but to me he is a champion and a friend to the end. — Nancy B. Brewer

If my father's son can become President of these United States, then your father's son can become anything he wishes. — Abraham Lincoln

I have generally found that persons who had studied painting least were the best judges of it. — William Hogarth

To the men and women who own men and women
those of us meant to be lovers
we will not pardon you
for wasting our bodies and time — Leonard Cohen

Once a vegan, we are always so, because our motivation is not personal and self-oriented, but is based on concern for others and on our undeniable interconnectedness with other living beings. — Will Tuttle

I found a little beetle, so that beetle was his name — A.A. Milne

Marriage is about leverage?"
"Yes." Every single married person at the table answered. — Samantha Young

She turns to us, acts surprised to see us, then does the bit with the back of the hand to the forehead. "You're lost!" "You're angry!" "You're in the wrong school!" "You're in the wrong country!" "You're on the wrong planet! — Laurie Halse Anderson

Violence is the first refuge of the violent. — Aaron Allston

If my strength is technology, financial structuring is my son's skill. — Baba Kalyani

All of the village was of a piece, a time, and a style; it was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant, and the Rochester house and the Blackwood house and even the town hall had been brought here perhaps accidentally from some far lovely country where people lived with grace. Perhaps the fine houses had been captured - perhaps as punishment for the Rochesters and the Blackwoods and their secret bad hearts? - and were held prisoner in the village; perhaps their slow rot was a sign of the ugliness of the villagers. — Shirley Jackson