Concentric Muscle Quotes & Sayings

Only rear echelons with plenty of fat on them can afford such rich diseases, like an epicure with his gout. — Robert Leckie

My parents have always been open to me trying new things, whether it's yoga or ballet or tap or jazz or piano or horse riding. — Sofia Vassilieva

I made a decision that whether or not I was going to make under the national poverty level wasn't going to play a part in whether or not I was an actor. That's what I do. — Don Johnson

It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none. — Seneca The Younger

We've lost control of this planet somewhere. There's an echo in that kind of tornado situation, where you're powerless facing those phenomena. — Francis Alys

He'd possessed all the key elements of a school shooter: hormones, misery, ammunition. People wondered how something like Columbine could happen. Jude wondered why it didn't happen more often. — Joe Hill

What we are entering is a power age, and the importance of the power age lies in its ability, rightly used with the wage motive behind it, to increase and cheapen production so that all of us may have more of this world's goods. The way to liberty, the way to equality of opportunity, the way from empty phrases to actualities, lies through power — Henry Ford

If Iran invaded Israel, it's up to Congress to declare war. — Ron Paul

It takes a lot of practices to get it right. The key is to keep practicing. — Lailah Gifty Akita

It's putting the aesthetic of a design before the function of a design. Those two things need to be in balance. Something can look beautiful and read beautifully but those two things need to be in balance. If a design is in the way of the actual communication, it's ten times worse. — Denise Bosler

In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an elf. He was so tiny that no human eye could see him. He had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose. He was as well made and as perfect as any human child, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what a delicious scent there was in his room, and how lovely and transparent the walls were, for they were palest pink, rose petals. — Hans Christian Andersen

Henry James would probably roll over in his grave if he knew he was in any way responsible for this book. — Garth Risk Hallberg