Chinx Drugz Best Quotes & Sayings

Through the act of writing, a writer learns more about himself than he could ever imagine. — Rob Bignell, Editor

A person's wound is where their passion is born. — Marilyn Hamilton

If I go to London, everyone wants to talk about Damien Hirst. I'm just not interested in him. Never have been. — Dave Hickey

The most important single thing that any Latter-day Saint ever does in this world is to marry the right person, in the right place, by the right authority. — Bruce R. McConkie

Wouldn't you like to contribute to an event that is part of Christ's own prediction, "I will build my church"? — Charles R. Swindoll

Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides. Woods choke off views & leave you muddled & without bearings. They make you feel small & confused & vulnerable, like a small child lost in a crowd of strange legs. Stand in a desert or prairie & you know you are in a big space. Stand in the woods and you only sense it. They are vast, featureless nowhere. And they are alive. — Bill Bryson

Isn't that part of love, I wanted to ask, carrying someone else's ghosts for them? — Tiffany Baker

Thursdays provided a clear example of how idle many Trailblazer workers were. Around one o'clock on Thursdays SAIC provided trays of cookies in a lunchroom that was located behind the wall of my cubicle. Normally everyone waited to get an email saying that the cookies had been delivered before heading to the lunchroom but, toward the end of the program, a line started forming. At first people lined up at five to one, then at ten to one and then at a quarter to one. It didn't matter that the cookies were extremely sugary supermarket cookies-the cookies were the highlight of many people's day. The line became so long and started so early that the Program Manager sent out an email stating that if the practice of lining up early didn't stop the delivery of cookies would. — Greg Hansen

I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.
— Spike Milligan