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Beullens Mazout Quotes By George Carlin

We're all fucked. It helps to remember this. — George Carlin

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Edward Abbey

But it is a writer's duty to write and speak and record the truth, always the truth, no matter whom may be offended. — Edward Abbey

Beullens Mazout Quotes By C.J. Redwine

lazy spirals overhead, — C.J. Redwine

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Nikos Kazantzakis

Everything in this world has a hidden meaning. — Nikos Kazantzakis

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Thomas J. Sargent

In the 1980s, there were occasions when it made sense to say, 'it is too difficult to maximize the likelihood function, and besides if we do, it will blow our model out of the water.' — Thomas J. Sargent

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Sonia Delaunay

It was a tradition to represent a dancer frozen in a chosen position, like a snapshot. I broke away from this tradition by superimposing postures, blending light and motion and scrambling the planes. — Sonia Delaunay

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Gustave Flaubert

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light. — Gustave Flaubert

Beullens Mazout Quotes By George S. Patton

America loves a winner, and will not tolerate a loser, this is why America has never, and will never, lose a war. — George S. Patton

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Wyndham Lewis

No American worth his salt should go around looking for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion. — Wyndham Lewis

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Kelly Batten

People say talking about it makes it better. Sometimes talking about it makes it worse. — Kelly Batten

Beullens Mazout Quotes By Isaac Marion

I erupt from the dark, crushing tunnel into a flash of light and noise. A new kind of air surrounds me, dry and cold, as they wipe the last smears of home off my skin. I feel a sharp pain as they snip something, and suddenly I am less. I am no one but myself, tiny and feeble and utterly alone. I am lifted and swungthrough great heights across yawning distances, and given to Her. She wraps around me, so much bigger and softer than I ever imagined from inside,and I strain my eyes open. I see Her. She is immense, cosmic. She is the world. The world smiles down on me, and when She speaks it's the voice of God, vast and resonant with meaning, but words unknowable, ringing gibberish in my blank white mind. — Isaac Marion