Deverson King Quotes & Sayings

Many rabble-rousers for libertarianism, liberty and freedom are unwitting pawns of controllers they have never even considered. — Bryant McGill

When I stepped from hard manual work to writing, I just stepped from one kind of hard work to another. — Sean O'Casey

Refusal to accept the truth is denial of divine self. — Lailah Gifty Akita

There's something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart. — Patricia Robin Woodruff

We've finally told the world that this is sports entertainment, and I think one of the best forms of entertainment is anything that's fun or funny, something that you really enjoy watching or listening to. — Jerry Lawler

An average American child will see 200,000 violent acts and 16,000 murders on TV by age eighteen. — Greg Nettle

Modern money is almost altogether credit money. — John Buchanan Robinson

You gotta think positive, you know. Make the obstacles opportunities. Thats my philosophy. — Melina Kanakaredes

Dicing with death is one man's cup of tea, but another man's poison. I just didn't fear anything. — Stephen Richards

The tougher the form the easier it is for me to handle the poem, because the form gives permission to be very gut honest about feelings. — Maxine Kumin

My old ways were much more appealing than my new ways. — S.A. Tawks

F-word. It substituted for adjectives, nouns, and verbs. It was used, for example, to describe the cooks: "those f - ers," or "f - ing cooks"; what they did: "f - ed it up again"; and what they produced. David Kenyon Webster, a Harvard English major, confessed that he found it difficult to adjust to the "vile, monotonous, and unimaginative language." The language made these boys turning into men feel tough and, more important, insiders, members of a group. Even Webster got used to it, although never to like it. — Stephen E. Ambrose

I don't like travelling. Which is ridiculous. And it's not because I'm afraid of dying on the plane or anything. I just like to stay at home. — Rachel Weisz

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon.
Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again.
"How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked.
Rusts she was crying.
"I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword."
Then he fired. — Brandon Sanderson