Deratany Firm Quotes & Sayings

Nothing can penetrate the loneliness of the human heart except the highest intensity of the sort of love the religious teachers have preached. — Bertrand Russell

We anathematize those who presume to teach or explain any other creed. — Pope Vigilius

Pooh leaned back against the tree, thinking to himself, "Hmm ... I wonder if there's any hunny left in the hunny pot?" As he slowly switched the clacker's safety to the "off" position.
Piglet had just finished inserting the blasting cap into the claymore. "What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he
hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an
exercising sort of way. — Jose N. Harris

My favorites are Stevie Wonder and Marvin Gaye, but those are a little off in terms of getting Detroit right on the head. But of course, you know, "Dancing In The Streets." You can't forget the Motor City. And we can't forget the Motor City. — David Maraniss

Yes, it was a "beautiful" sermon, tugging the emotions and conjuring up pictures of greatness and peace. But were they talking about the decent peppery ordinary old man he knew, or had the subject strayed to the story of some saint of the past? Or were there perhaps two men being buried under the same name? One perhaps had shown himself to Ross, while the other had been reserved for the view of men like William-Alfred. Ross tried to remember Charles before he was ill, Charles with his love of cockfighting and his hearty appetite, with his perpetual flatulence and passion for gin, with his occasional generosities and meannesses and faults and virtues, like most men. There was some mistake somewhere. Oh well, this was a special occasion...But Charles himself would surely have been amused. Or would he have shed a tear with the rest for the manner of man who had passed away? — Winston Graham

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? — Ernest Hemingway,

The practice of art isn't to make a living. It's to make your soul grow. — Kurt Vonnegut

I'd first heard of it only seven months before, when I was living in Minneapolis, — Cheryl Strayed

Payback is a bitch, he thought, and I am that bitch. He — Stephen King