Dingemans Pilsen Quotes & Sayings

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. — Rumi

citizens see their government's primary responsibility as being to keep them safe. After — Ali Khan

Still, it was vision, or at least vision's idiot cousin. — Alastair Reynolds

The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm. — George R R Martin

I never met a girl I didn't meet — Daniel Johnston

Today all sounds belong to a continuous field of possibilities lying within the comprehensive dominion of music. Behold the new orchestra: the sonic universe! And the musicians: anyone and anything that sounds! — R. Murray Schafer

mitochondria and the ribosomes and the chloroplasts and the endoplasmic reticulum. — Belle Payton

Nobody taught me my slider. I mean, if you look at my grip, I don't think anyone has the same grip as I do. It's a separate grip. I hold it kind of weird and everything. When I started throwing it, I just wanted to start throwing something different and came up with that. I turned it a little bit. — Scott Kazmir

We might get eaten by the photon belt. — Ryohgo Narita

If you do things by the job, you are perpetually driven: the hours are scourges. If you work by the hour, you gently sail on the stream of Time, which is always bearing you on to the haven of Pay, whether you make any effort, or not. — Charles Dudley Warner

Agriculture is for living; mind culture is for life. Skills are for shaping material things so that they cater more for the comfort of man; studies are for shaping attitudes, feelings, desires, emotions and impulses of man, so that they may confer more peace, more joy and more fortitude on man. — Sathya Sai Baba

Euro Disney is not my vibe. I can't really deal with Disney, man. It's not my thing. — Jamie Campbell Bower

Give it all up and you can have it all. — Ram Dass

Did you know that there is no exact rhyme in the Russian language for the word 'pravda'? Ponder and weigh this insufficiency in your mind. Doesn't that just echo down the canyons of your soul? — Julian Barnes