Civale Stats Quotes & Sayings

The road was wet with rain, black and shiny like oilskin. The reflection of the street lamps wallowed like yellow jelly-fish. A bus was approaching - a bus to Piccadilly, a bus to the never-never land - a bus to death or glory.
I found neither. I found something which haunts me still.
The great bus swayed as it sped. The black street gleamed. Through the window a hundred faces fluttered by as though the leaves of a dark book were being flicked over. And I sat there, with a sixpenny ticket in my hand. What was I doing! Where was I going?
("Same Time, Same Place") — Mervyn Peake

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness ... — Charles Bukowski

I think there's a terrible price to be paid when your exterior life is not an honest reflection of your interior life. — Gene Robinson

Reaganomics, that makes sense to me. It means if you don't have enough money, it's just because poor people are hoarding it. — Kevin Rooney

I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false. — Mary Harris Jones

During childbirth and hospice I'll sing gospel songs that my grandma taught me when I was younger, or something I've made up, or I'll hum. I just play things that I think the audience will like. — Erykah Badu

The Devil isn't made by what Mommy says, or what Daddy says. The Devil is there. — Peter Shaffer

I have this recurring nightmare in which I have to move back in with my old college roommates. I'll admit, that's what I was expecting to find at Oneida. The 19th century equivalent of sharing a house with the friend who brought home a crazy drifter to sleep on our couch - a man who claimed the local car dealership was built out of 'needles nourishing the earth'. The week before I went to Oneida, I had that claustrophobic dream again - that I had to move back in with the girl who claimed to enjoy baking and always promised tomorrow was going to be 'Muffin Day!' even though tomorrow was never Muffin Day. It was Muffin Day maybe once. — Sarah Vowell

Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand. — Thomas Merton

To be honest, I don't know how comedy works. — Bill Hader

Oliver Marley understood what it was like to be a specter, a spook or phantom. To his colleagues Oliver had brown eyes, matching hair, a hint of forehead and little else. While logic dictates that eyes, foreheads and hair must in fact belong to some kind of face, and that face be attached by the neck to a body of some fashion, there was precious little evidence to support this. Always peeking out from a computer terminal, behind paperwork or over a cubicle wall, should Oliver have a duck in place of a nose, or a pair of green beans rather than lips, no one would be the wiser. — Kingfisher Pink

Giving Mark this,something I have never given anyone else, makes me want to give him even more. There's no shame, no regret; there's only love for the man that is showing me that it's okay to be me...... He calms me when we are together like this, and I don't want this with anyone but him. — E.K. Blair