Cannibal Corpse Song Quotes & Sayings
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The Replacements made me feel a little less scared, because they made good imaginary friends. They looked like a band that would actually be fun to be in. Some bands just lend themselves to that fantasy, like Lynyrd Skynyrd or Earth, Wind & Fire - they looked like you could just drop in and they wouldn't even notice you were hanging around for at least two albums. Jonathan Richman once said he formed a band because he was lonely. The Replacements were imaginary friends who I could practice on while I was learning to have actual friends. — Rob Sheffield

And all this time the earth was being despoiled. The minerals were being ripped out, the fuels wasted, the soils depleted by an improvident and short-sighted agriculture, the animals and plants slaughtered and destroyed, the seas being filled with filth and poison, the atmosphere was corrupted - and always, all the time, the propaganda machines thumped out: more, more, more, drink more, eat more, consume more, discard more -in a frenzy, a mania. These were maddened creatures, and the small voices that rose in protest were not enough to halt the processes that had been set in motion and were sustained by greed. — Doris Lessing

If I get an obit in the Times, they will say, of course, known to millions as Rumpole. — Leo McKern

All my life I've felt like there was something wrong with me. Something missing or damaged."
"Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. — Cassandra Clare

Daisy," he whispered, turning until she was tucked beneath him once more. "I didn't mean for this to happen." His fingers investigated the fragile angles of her face, the smiling curve of her lips. "But now it seems impossible that I held out as long as I did. — Lisa Kleypas

Election is always to sanctification. Where there is no visible fruit of sanctification, we may be sure there is no election. — J.C. Ryle