Batterman And Associates Quotes & Sayings

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility. — Simone De Beauvoir

One afternoon a girl walked by in a bikini and my cousin Janet scoffed, "Look at the hips on her." I panicked. What about the hips? Were they too big? Too small? What were my hips? I didn't know hips could be a problem. I thought there was just fat or skinny. This was how I found out that there are an infinite number of things that can be "incorrect" on a woman's body. — Tina Fey

Absolutism is a guarantee of objectionable morals in the same way that absolutism in government is a guarantee of objectionable government. — Robert Briffault

I've done a really bad job with teaching daughter to put on makeup, but I have taught her how to put on lipstick. — Viola Davis

The more one works, the better one works and the more one wants to work. — George Will

I said: "Dead end - quiet, restful, like your town. I like a town like this." Marlowe (talking about Olympia) in a short story called Goldfish. — Raymond Chandler

The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate. — Kristin Cashore

I came to Hollywood originally writing comedy and writing satire. — Stephen Gaghan

Stealth Meditation If you start to feel overwhelmed, take a quick, centering moment - as short as following three breaths - to connect with a deeper sense of yourself. — Sharon Salzberg

I love and enjoy every moment. Is there anything more beautiful that I could do with that moment? — Debasish Mridha

We didn't know it then,' Hooper said. 'We used to talk about how when we got back in the world we were going to do this and we were going to do that. Back in the world we were going to have it made. But ever since then it's been nothing but confusion.' Hooper took the cigarette case from his pocket but didn't open it. He leaned forward on the table.
'Everything was clear,' he said. 'You learned what you had to know and you forgot the rest. All this chickenshit. This clutter. You didn't spend every living minute of the day thinking about your own sorry-ass little self. Am I getting laid enough. What's wrong with my kid. Should I insulate the fucking house. That's what does it to you, Porchoff. Thinking about yourself. That's what kills you in the end. — Tobias Wolff