Canalizacion Quotes & Sayings

So I think if you're happy with your brain, you're powerful. — Albert Brooks

Life's a Trip ... ok. I just want to know who packed for me ... — Kim Kardashian

Less than a week had passed since Ceony had heard this, — Charlie N. Holmberg

Children's lives are always beginning and adults' lives are always ending. Or is it the opposite? Your childhood is always ending and your adult self is always beginning. You are always learning how to say good-bye to whoever you were at the dinner table the night before. — Alison Espach

Formality is sufficiently revenged upon the world for being so unreasonably laughed at; it is destroyed, it is true, but it hath the spiteful satisfaction of seeing everything destroyed with it. — E. F. L. Wood, 1st Earl Of Halifax

Then I noticed it. Red and oval-shaped with a white oval in the center, like the giant eye of a jinni. It sizzled and hissed, the white part expanding, moving closer. It horrified me to my very core. Must get out of here! I thought. Now! It sees me! But I didn't know how to move. Move with what? I had no body. The red was bitter venom. The white was like the sun's worst heat. I started screaming and crying again. Then I was opening my eyes to a cup of water. Everyone's face broke into a smile. "Oh, praise Ani," the Ada said. I felt the pain and jumped, about to get up and run. I had to run. From that eye. I was so mixed up that for a moment, I was sure that what I'd just seen was causing the pain. "Don't — Nnedi Okorafor

Usually, you could rely on Americans to believe the worst about their heroes, but nobody wanted to hear that America's ascent to the Moon had been made with a ladder of bones. — Michael Chabon

That is basically me, and although I have done many things in my life - conducting, playing piano, and so on - what is fundamental is my being a composer. — Morton Gould

Not knowing whether to wait or to forget is the worst kind of suffering. — Paulo Coelho

The sea, vast and wild as it is, bears thus the waste and wrecks of human art to its remotest shore. There is no telling what it may not vomit up. — Henry David Thoreau