Babione Quotes & Sayings

manufacturers using patents, — Eric Von Hippel

Yeah, you bet Romani.' Percy bared his forearm and showed them the brand he'd got at Camp Jupiter- the SPQR mark, with the trident of Neptune. 'You mix Greek and Roman, and you know what you get? You get BAM!'
He stomped his foot, and the empousai scrambled back. One fell off the boulder where she'd been perched. — Rick Riordan

Whoever controls the flow of information dictates our perceptions and perspectives; whoever controls the news shapes our destiny. — George Clinton

Much testing, much reflecting, much living must intervene before we can say, 'My soul is my own. — Madonna Kolbenschlag

The car fell on top of them. It rolled off the top floor of one of their car parks. — Anonymous

Love toxic people from a distance. — Bryant McGill

For the purpose of securing epithets at once accurate and felicitous, the young author should familiarize himself thoroughly with the general aspect and phenomena of Nature, as well as with the ideas and associations which these things produce in the human mind. — H.P. Lovecraft

I am sure all politicians will be convinced of the merits of this deal. — Lakshmi Mittal

And yet he felt repelled by the teaching machines. For the entire Public School was geared to a task which went contrary to his grain: the school was there not to inform or educate, but to mold, and along severely limited lines. It was the link to their inherited culture, and it peddled that culture, in its entirety, to the young. It bent its pupils to it; perpetuation of the culture was the goal, and any special quirks in the children which might lead them in another direction had to be ironed out. — Philip K. Dick

I see, and sing by my own eyes inspired.
O let me be thy Choir and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged Censer teeming;
Thy Shrine, thy Grove, thy Oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouthe'd Prophet dreaming!
Yes, I will be thy Priest and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my Mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain
Instead of pies shall murmer in the wind — John Keats

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow — Wallace Stevens