Djerf Avenue Quotes & Sayings

The whip's office is almost more educational - educating members on the bill itself, listening to members ahead of time. — Kevin McCarthy

Authority is a solvent of humanity: look at any husband, any father of a family,and note the absorption of the person by the persona, the individual by the role. Then multiply the family, and the authority, by some hundreds and see the effect upon a sea-captain, to say nothing of an absolute monarch.Surely man in general is born to be oppressed or solitary, if he is to be fully human; unless it so happens that he is immune to the poison. — Patrick O'Brian

A day doesn't pass that I'm not surprised. — George Gilder

Singing seems as easy for her as talking is for us. — Scott Yanow

Two chimpanzees were observed maltreating a chicken: One would extend some food to the fowl, encouraging it to approach; whereupon the other would thrust at it with a piece of wire it had concealed behind its back. The chicken would retreat but soon allow itself to approach once again
and be beaten once again. Here is a fine combination of behavior sometimes thought to be uniquely human: cooperation, planning a future course of action, deception and cruelty. — Carl Sagan

She had bumped me out of the center of my world. I'd become a baby person, and it felt good, better than what had come before. — Mohsin Hamid

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. — Chuck Palahniuk

The thin man had a tight voice that expected to be lied to. (The King in Yellow) — Raymond Chandler

In Eastern culture, people see ghosts, people talk about ghosts ... it's just accepted. And in Western culture it's just not. — Jessica Alba

Revolutions are not made by fate but by men. — Jacob Bronowski

All the religions of the world say God is the creator. If he is really the creator, then the only way to meet him will be to become a creator in some measure. — Rajneesh

They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the throttle lever forward. He made train noises and diesel horn noises but he wasn't sure what these might mean to the boy. After a while they just looked out through the silted glass to where the track curved away in the waste of weeds. If they saw different worlds what they knew was the same. That the train would sit there slowly decomposing for all eternity and that no train would ever run again — Cormac McCarthy