Burndy Catalog Quotes & Sayings

His skin was furred like that of a horse. Snakes danced and hissed from his head, their thin bodies acting as his hair. Two long fangs protruded over his bottom lip. He had human hands, but his feet were hooves. Muscle was stacked upon muscle on his torso, and his nipples were pierced by two large silver rings. Metal chains circled his neck, wrists and ankles, and those chains kept him tethered to the pillars. "Who are you?" Strider demanded. No need to ask what the thing was. Ugly as shit covered it. He — Gena Showalter

My whole thing was, just being me. Now, you look around the NBA and all of them have tattoos, guys wearing cornrows. Now you see the police officers with the cornrows. I took a beating for those types of things. — Allen Iverson

One truth is that suffering raises profound questions with the universe. The other truth is that grace, gift and generosity also raise profound questions. — Rob Bell

Children need teachers who have stars in their eyes themselves and who treat them with respect. — May-Britt Moser

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen.. — T. S. Eliot

Let us pray to the Lord and ask him to protect the family in the crisis with which the devil wants to destroy it. Families are the domestic church where Jesus grows in the love of a married couple, in the lives of their children. — Pope Francis

Every day I turn on my television set and I see Newt Gingrich on television, I rejoice. — Martin Frost

The mastery of one's phonemes may be compared to the violinist's mastery of fingering. The violin string lends itself to a continuous gradation of tones, but the musician learns the discrete intervals at which to stop the string in order to play the conventional notes. We sound our phonemes like poor violinists, approximating each time to a fancied norm, and we receive our neighbor's renderings indulgently, mentally rectifying the more glaring inaccuracies. — Willard Van Orman Quine

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth. — Raquel Cepeda

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to. — J.D. Salinger

I come home to an empty house and fill the sink with water. The pigeons above the window are clucking. I let the dishes slip under the bubbles and I close my eyes. I listen to the perfect, whole, round sounds of glass against porcelain under water. — Eula Biss