Cadigan Law Quotes & Sayings

Take a sip from the cup of death ...
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left. — Ol' Dirty Bastard

No one knows anything about a strike until he has seen it break down into its component parts of human beings. — Mary Heaton Vorse

But purpose is personal. It can't be right or wrong. It can't be true or false. It can't not be about you. It's how you decide to live your own life. If someone else tells you how to live, you are not free. If you don't choose your own purpose, you are a slave. — Dan Barker

I've never been crazy when it comes to controlling my diet. I just avoid processed foods, don't mix carbs and make sure I get my protein. I'm a carnivore. I love my wild game and especially my buffalo meat. — Diego Sanchez

'Dear Mr. Henshaw' came about because two different boys from different parts of the country asked me to write a book about a boy whose parents were divorced, and so I wrote 'Dear Mr. Henshaw,' and it won the Newbery, and I was - it's been very popular. — Beverly Cleary

We reserve our deepest respect and admiration for those who volunteer for service and give their lives to help keep our nation secure. — Mitt Romney

But I have learned something good about myself. I can stand up to people who have more power than I do, and fight for what I believe in. — Anne Perry

Start [writing] as close to the end as possible. — Kurt Vonnegut

Sometimes we just get it wrong. — Stephen King

What's in the box?"
Sloane glanced to her hands. Box? Oh!
"Cupcakes. For you." A flush heated her skin, but she forced herself to ignore it. "Kind of a thank you for doing this today."
"You brought me cupcakes?"
It had been a dumb idea, bringing cupcakes to a gym. To a guy who looked like Sloane - he obviously didn't eat a lot of sweets.
"You can throw them away."
"Hey, Michaels, I'll take the cupcakes," one of the men shouted.
Sloane's eyes took on a tinge of smoldering sienna color. He snapped his head around toward the man. "Touch them and die, Carson. She brought them for me." He took the box from her and shoved them under his right arm. A grin broke out over his face. "Right, Kat? Just for me. — Jennifer Lyon

I didn't hit puberty until I was, like, 17, so I love to talk about that. — Jenny Slate

Carl Hirsch didn't do holiday parties. At least, not correctly. All the so-called people, wind streaming from their faces. Fleshy machines spewing pollution, fucking up the environment. If he squinted, the celebrating bodies of his co-workers very nearly blistered into molecules, shining with color. Too often the whole of it - people, places, and things - looked to scatter. Everyone on the verge of turning to soup. So what if there was no precedent for a full-scale human melt, bodies reduced to liquid pouring from a window? You could still worry about it. Sometimes you had to. Tonight's party was in one of those long, skinny city apartments you're supposed to verbally fellate with praise. It was like walking into a tiny, dismal doghouse, a real doghouse, — Anonymous

Tomorrow's God says that every church is 'his church,' and every faith is 'her faith,' and every soul is God's soul, because it shares the same soul with God! .. And no person or living thing in the universe stands outside the community of God. — Neale Donald Walsch

and I feel so distinct — Garrett Hongo