Chuecatown Quotes & Sayings

There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies! — Emily Dickinson

There are three-hundred thousand sportswriters and they're all against me. Every one of them. — Joaquin Andujar

Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings? — V. Theia

That's not really important what religion people are attached to, because by the same argument I have a lot of Christian friends and Moslem friends. It's just happened that I do have a lot of relatives and friends who are Jewish. — Paul McCartney

Then I'd tell him how fond I am of basketball, which isn't a total lie because I have a real appreciation for boys in shorts. — E. Van Lowe

I want to start my own airplane business. I'm going to buy two Dakotas, paint them up in war colours and do, er, nostalgia trips to Arnhem - you know, where the old paratroopers used to go - and charge them about 20 quid a time. — Gary Numan

Every one of them had been somebody's son, somebody's friend. Grant rubbed his hands over his face and drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. Perhaps Tallis did go mad, poor bastard. I hate this more — Anne Perry

At a moment when distortions of Islam are what feed most Americans, Ibrahim Abdul-Matin has done something both practical and inspiring. He persuades us that the imperiled environment is both common struggle and common ground for people who share, it turns out, more than simply God. — John Hockenberry

It is only the first obstacle which counts to conquer modesty. — Bill Vaughan

Up steps, three, six, nine, twelve! Slap! Their palms hit the library door.
* * *
They opened the door and stepped in.
They stopped.
The library deeps lay waiting for them.
Out in the world, not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather, anything might happen, always did. Listen! and you heard ten thousand people screaming so high only dogs feathered their ears. A million folk ran toting cannons, sharpening guillotines; Chinese, four abreast marched on forever. Invisible, silent, yes, but Jim and Will had the gift of ears and noses as well as the gift of tongues. This was a factory of spices from far countries. Here alien deserts slumbered. Up front was the desk where the nice old lady, Miss Watriss, purple-stamped your books, but down off away were Tibet and Antarctica, the Congo. There went Miss Wills, the other librarian, through Outer Mongolia, calmly toting fragments of Peiping and Yokohama and the Celebes. — Ray Bradbury

I try to pick interesting projects, the kind of projects that I would want to watch. — Tessa Thompson

Responsibility is a tremendous engine in a free government. — Thomas Jefferson

Expect much of God, and he will do much for you. — Bernard Of Clairvaux

Show me a family of readers, and I will show you the people who move the world. — Napoleon Bonaparte

YOU ARE THE ONLY FLOWER OF MEDITATION IN THE WILDERNESS. — Blake Crouch