Capulet Power And Control Quotes & Sayings

Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travelin' through the pastures of the sky. — Truman Capote

We used to have a War Office, but now we have a Ministry of Defence, nuclear bombs are now described as deterrents, innocent civilians killed in war are now described as collateral damage and military incompetence leading to US bombers killing British soldiers is cosily described as friendly fire. Those who are in favour of peace are described as mavericks and troublemakers, whereas the real militants are those who want the war. — Tony Benn

It sounds creepy, but I always liked the idea of disappearing then becoming something new. That of course was before I disappeared. — Elizabeth Hand

When the Great War broke out, it came to me not as a superlative tragedy, but as an interruption of the most exasperating kind to my personal plans. — Vera Brittain

Pen is mightier than the sword, but not so much as the eyes reading what it scripts — Ritesh Kumar

I suffered a lot when there was, like, a birthday party and I was not invited. Not because I was ugly or stupid; I was not invited because the parents would say to the kids, "Don't invite him, because he's poor and he comes from the south of Italy, and he can't give you nothing." — Riccardo Tisci

Middling brothers. Goddamn chickens, the lot of them. — Penny Reid

Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again. — C.S. Lewis

The juggler seemed worried. "Throw it a book," he said.

I threw it a book, and it tore into it, like a cat ripping a small animal apart; and while the creature ate its book the juggler pushed the door open. He nearly fell into a deep chasm on the other side. "Not a disaster," he said, as if he was trying to convince himself. "We need more books. Big books."

It didn't seem like a good time for reading, but I pulled two huge old books off the shelf in the corner and carried them over to him. He took one, but didn't read it. He told it what a bad book it was and threw it on the ground. The book bounced in the air and hung there quivering, and the juggler man jumped onto it and began to float away. "As long as they think you don't like them," said the juggler, "they migrate back to the library. And we get a free ride."

I rode next to him on my book, and we crossed the chasm safely. The books floated away and I waved them good-bye. — Neil Gaiman

This little boy is five years old, and big trees he loved to climb! His special name is Terry — Tali Carmi

I'm just a friendly bystander who they occasionally ask questions of. That's my level of involvement. — Alice Sebold