Carthusians Into Great Quotes & Sayings

Often we are the prisoner of praise and appreciation. — Debasish Mridha

We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison into our cups of whiskey-spiked chamomile tea, wearing party hats. Then, nervous about our double homicide, we could lie in bed together, holding hands again, frightened and waiting, still wondering, after all these years, if we even believed in our own souls. — Timothy Schaffert

He was always testing you. He was always testing his power. — James Jarrell Pickle

What if Hiram Bingham had the technology to find hundreds of other archaeological sites at the same time and create entire 3-D maps of the ancient landscape accurate to within a few inches? — Sarah Parcak

In 1992, one of my dearest friends, Anita Borg, came to me with an idea: a conference featuring women Computer Scientists. The conference would celebrate their contributions to the field and to the world. — Telle Whitney

It's not really an original idea, but there's something that goes along with power and celebrity that starts to make you feel like you're impervious to certain forces that the rest of us have to live with. — Jonathan Dee

The scientific study of labor economics provided the opportunity for me to unite theory with evidence my lifetime intellectual passion. — James Heckman

I believe that if you have good organizational skills, then creativity can come out of that, but it's hard to be really creative when everything is a mess. And in a restaurant, organizational skills are imperative. — Anne Burrell

You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean. — Alan Watts

To be of mixed blood is a great gift for a writer. I have one foot on tribal lands and one foot in middle-class life. — Louise Erdrich

To trace the history of a river or a raindrop is also to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body. In both, we constantly seek and stumble upon divinity, which like feeding the lake, and the spring becoming a waterfall, feeds, spills, falls, and feeds itself all over again. — Gretel Ehrlich

Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay? — Mary Shelley