Capitec Bank Loan Quotes & Sayings

I don't know why people carry guns. Guns kill people. — Michael Bloomberg

What are you doing, Dave? — Arthur C. Clarke

( ... ) too much sadness hath congealed your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. — William Shakespeare

Men still have everything to say about their sexuality, and everything to write. For what they have said so far, for the most part, stems from the opposition activity/
passivity, from the power relation between a fantasized obligatory virility meant
to invade, to colonize, and the consequential phantasm of woman as a "dark
continent" to penetrate and to "pacify." (We know what "pacify" means in terms of
scotomizing the other and misrecognizing the self.) Conquering her, they've made
haste to depart from her borders, to get out of sight, out of body. The way man has
of getting out of himself and into her whom he takes not for the other but for his
own, deprives him, he knows, of his own bodily territory. One can understand
how man, confusing himself with his penis and rushing in for the attack, might
feel resentment and fear of being "taken" by the woman, of being lost in her,
absorbed, or alone. — Helene Cixous

When the Lord starts out to make an oak tree, he takes a hundred years to do it in, but he can make a pumpkin in 90 days. More or less life is like that. We must choose whether we desire to become and oak tree or a pumpkin. — Sterling W. Sill

Lost Wax"

My love gives me some wax,
so for once instead of words
I work at something real;
I knead until I see emerge
a person, a protagonist;
but I must overwork my wax,
it loses it's resiliency,
comes apart in crumbs.

I take another block;
this work, I think, will be a self;
I can feel it forming, brow
and brain; perhaps it will be me,
perhaps, if I can create myself,
I'll be able to amend myself;
my wax, though, freezes
this time, fissures, splits.

Words or wax, no end
to our self-shaping, our forlorn
awareness at the end of which
is only more awareness.
Was ever truth so malleable?
Arid, inadhesive bits of matter.
What might heal you? Love.
What might make you whole? Love. My love. — C. K. Williams

I'm to be whipped and admitted to the Arcanum'
He looked at be curiously,trying to see if I was making a joke,
I'm sorry? Congratulations?Do I buy you a bandage or a bear? — Patrick Rothfuss

A person can be big, because of spirit. A person can be big because of their position in the family, the hierarchy in the family. That role has been played by women who are quite thin. — Phylicia Rashad

That Fish of yours is queer in her attic.'
'Freddy, she is not!'
Must be. Dash it, wouldn't write to you about Henry VIII if she wasn't! Stands to reason. — Georgette Heyer

The public is probably more suspicious of poets than women, and maybe for good reason. — Billy Collins

I have spent time in Mongolia, in China. — John Fusco