Deadweight Tester Quotes & Sayings

If sparrows were meant to fly, and hawks to hunt, and greyhounds to run, then a boy such as Diamond was meant to search for his mother. If he didn't go, if he forgot or thought of himself first, then he wouldn't be Diamond. — Alice Hoffman

Charm of the most insidious kind: humorous, self-deprecating, and disarmingly frank and confiding. — Loretta Chase

This is an absurd moral, for you and I both know that sometimes not only is it good to lie, it is necessary to lie. — Lemony Snicket

The urge that most people feel to have kids is the exact same as the urge that I have to not have kids. I do not want to raise a child. — Jen Kirkman

Do you realize why is it I'm so driven to operate within the Establishment? It's vengeance. 'Hope I die before I get old' is something I still have to live with, but not for the reason many people think. I have to be very, very vigilant not to become one of those people I despised. — Pete Townshend

For the time being - "He emphasized each word. "I'll be the only one climbing through your window. — Piper Shelly

If God dislikes gays so much, how come he picked Michelangelo, a known homosexual, to paint the Sistine Chapel ceiling while assigning Anita Bryant to go on television and push orange juice? — Mike Royko

I don't sign contracts for my books. — Andrew Vachss

Good to go back to school once in a while, makes you know how little you know — Srivyal Vuyyuri Sphoorti Foundation

Let no-one say the past is dead, the past is all about us and within. — Oodgeroo Noonuccal

Sometimes during my set I invite volunteers up on stage to get speed-roasted and I'm worried that I may have hundreds of people rushing the stage all at once. Luckily I'm a black belt in karate and I can fend them off. — Jeff Ross

I am concerned with social and environmental issues. What rational person is not? But advocacy and art do not mix. Art is a seduction. Good art invites the reader to think and feel deeply and come to his/her own conclusions. — T.C. Boyle

The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning. — Sylvia Plath