Chinked Logs Quotes & Sayings

Some time ago, I investigated the possibility that a computer might be able to reconstruct a picture from sets of very accurate X-ray measurements taken through the body at a multitude of different angles. — Godfrey Hounsfield

Existential depression has always annoyed me; it is one of the world's most pointless forms of suffering. — Eliezer Yudkowsky

When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog to see the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes. The dog has certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten. — Robert M. Pirsig

Pain, no matter how prolonged it seems to be, is just a short-lived thing that one day, in one way or another, we will overcome. — Rosemary Altea

I have known men who could see through the motivations of others with the skill of a clairvoyant; only to prove blind to their own mistakes. I have been one of those men. — Bernard Baruch

Perfect preservation isn't life, it's death. — Lois McMaster Bujold

We left him there. Louie. We left him. I watched my father lean into his own arms and sob. There was something about the sound of a man in pain that resembled the sound of a wounded animal. My heart was breaking. All this time, I'd wanted my father to tell me something about the war and now I couldn't stand to see the rawness of his pain, how new it was after so many years, how that pain was alive and thriving just beneath the surface. — Benjamin Alire Saenz

I like any good game. I don't care what the genre is. — Tim Schafer

My flower is somewhere out there... — Antoine De Saint-Exupery

Nightly you retrace your steps again to return to the scene of the crime. It's uncanny how you hover in the air of the wreckage that you left behind. — Aimee Mann

Brands are born, not created. — Jane Lauder

Big Hug's Y'all!! — Fifi Frost

So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement. — Michael Ondaatje

I believe that Britain is becoming more class-conscious, and I quake at the very idea of Old Etonians ruling the world again. — Johnny Vegas

To whom do I owe the power behind my voice, what strength I have become, yeasting up like sudden blood from under the bruised skin's blister?
My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home. — Audre Lorde