Civeras Menu Quotes & Sayings

If Americans knew how to deal with other people, they could bring peace to the world. Alas, they have not learned enough yet. The true American feels that he is 100 percent welcome anywhere he goes. — Nguyen Cao Ky

American poets celebrate their bodies, very specifically, as Whitman did. — Diane Wakoski

If you asked me what is the basis of all my work, it's the feeling there's something basically wrong with human beings. — Colin Wilson

When I get home and people ask me,'Hey, Hoot, why do you do it, man? What are you? Some kind of war junkie? I won't say a goddamn word. Why? They won't understand. They won't understand why we do it. They won't understand that it's about the men next to you. And that's it. That's all it is. — Black Hawk

It was like the violence of the world he'd grown up in had embedded itself in him, taken root, and could never be fully excised.
He'd never been able to escape death. Apparently, he was a good Irish Catholic after all — S.E. Jakes

There's nothing good about an atomic reaction, — J. Kenner

An advanced city is not one where even the poor use cars, but rather one where even the rich use public transport, — Enrique Penalosa

The American spring is like the country itself: abundant, rich, flowing over you like a full tide ... Azaleas were suddenly ablaze. White dogwoods stood like brides in the wood - these trees of all colors were new to me; one does not meet them in Europe, and dogwood cannot even be transplanted to other continents. White and pink magnolias, yellowish rhododendrons, all of them lived happily side by side with our ordinary lilacs and lilies of the valley - the Russian symbols of spring. — Svetlana Alliluyeva

The reason for the absence of success is not because of lack of money but because of the
absence of the understanding of the principles of success — Sunday Adelaja

It doesn't matter what medium I perform, I just love to perform in general, if it's good work. — Heather Matarazzo

Society is founded upon Cloth; — Thomas Carlyle

They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on his chest, on his heart, on his lungs that took air in but could not move air out, on his open wound; her eyes were on him, and in their eyes was every block of uncounted, unaccounted-for time, every moment they had lived since June 22, 1941, the day war started for the Soviet Union. Her eyes were filled with everything she felt for him. Her eyes were true. — Paullina Simons

As far as I'm concerned you can fuck whomever you please, though my general observation has been that, as far as the reputations of young women are concerned, the less fucking the better. The reverse is true for young men of course. Hardly fair, but then life is unfair in so many ways, this one hardly seems worth commenting on. — Joe Abercrombie