Belzec Survivor Quotes & Sayings

Humor simultaneously wounds and heals, indicts and pardons, diminishes and enlarges; it constitutes inner growth at the expense of outer gain, and those who possess and honestly practice it make themselves more through a willingness to make themselves less. — Louis Kronenberger

I felt what I was trying to do was make people realize that comics could be deep. I stopped myself in the middle of saying that because the Bazooka Joe thing I do with Dante's Inferno, that was just a goof. I wasn't trying to make people look at Bazooka Joe more seriously. But in my mind it's always been important. — Robert Sikoryak

Everybody likes to see the loner hitched. It tells them everything is right with the world. — Philip O Ceallaigh

I'm the sort of person who needs a big mountain in front of me to climb. — Katarina Witt

On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates ... This carving, done with a pencil dug many times into the warn varnish of the desk, has the pathos of all vanished civilizations. It's like a handprint on stone. Whoever made this was once alive. — Margaret Atwood

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time. — Ned Vizzini

With characteristic lack of false modesty, John once said to me, My looks are a rough test of people. If they don't begin to see me beautiful when they have had a chance to learn, I know they're dead inside, and dangerous. — Olaf Stapledon

Without renouncing the support of physics, it is possible for the physiology of the senses, not only to pursue its own course of development, but also to afford to physical science itself powerful assistance. — Ernst Mach

[He] stared at Rowl with flat eyes.
Rowl yawned his unconcern. "If you wish to keep those eyes," he said pleasantly, "move them elsewhere. — Jim Butcher

He's a smart guy, but I think I'm a genius. — Nonito Donaire

You do not have to pursue something intensely; you as a being should become very intense. — Jaggi Vasudev

Do I express my thoughts lucidly?
I think I do.
What is my life? An absurdity. — Mikhail Bulgakov