Bozanic I Bandic Quotes & Sayings

If I weren't in Radiohead I'd be working at a grocery store, I'd be that creepy guy who lives in an efficiency apartment and collects salted, cured meats. — Thom Yorke

Money is multiplied in practical value depending on the number of W's you control in your life: what you do, when you do it, where you do it, and with whom you do it. I call this the freedom multiplier. — Tim Ferriss

What to Do During Algebra
O what to do during Algebra!
The possibilities are limitless:
There's drawing, and yawning,
and portable chess
There's dozing, and dreaming,
and feeling confused.
There's humming, and strumming,
and looking bemused.
You can stare at the clock.
You can hum a little song.
I've tried just about everything
to pass the time along. — Meg Cabot

Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. — Judith McNaught

Security is not the meaning of my life. Great opportunities are worth the risk. — Shirley Hufstedler

I was always useless at flirting, and simply did not know what needed to be done in order to snare my target... I always ended up resorting to jokes, and most men don't like funny women. They like to do the jokes. — Joan Sims

Sometimes one has the feeling of an almost supernatural character to the shifts and changes in our national mood. They appear beyond the prose of cause and effect ... — Elizabeth Hardwick

At 1 A.M. a parking garage feels like a crime scene in waiting. — Drew Magary

The past is always with us, for nothing that once was time can ever depart. — Rabindranath Tagore

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. — Edgar Allan Poe

But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop. — Claire Messud

Live your life, do your work, then take your hat. — Henry David Thoreau

Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two. Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze. The walls slammed shut behind him, the echo of its boom bouncing off the ivy-covered stone like mad laughter. — James Dashner