Dr John Pemberton Quotes & Sayings

All this information," I say. "Yet the world is more mysterious than ever. — Adam Johnson

I am not a person of opinions because I feel the counter arguments too strongly. — Mary Shelley

A horse stumbles that hath foure legges.
[A horse stumbles that has four legs.] — George Herbert

She spent the next hour dividing her time between the phone and the computer; scaring the ever-loving shit out of herself while waiting on hold by investiGoogling type 2 diabetes on her laptop. She found one nut who claimed diabetes was a governmental plot to extract billions of dollars from the unsuspecting public in order to wage the war for oil. — Karin Slaughter

I woke up to an ache in my chest, the smell of chocolate, and the sound of the ghost making a racket in the kitchen. Now, I'm not the sort to dwell on doom and sorrow. Life is too short for that. But I should at least try to describe the ache briefly: It is not the kind that comes from eating tacos too late at night. It's the kind that comes from being left behind. I think my heart is smart enough to know there's a place I should be filling with new memories, new jokes, and wondrous adventures with the one person I loved most of all. But that person is gone now. And so, my heart has a giant hole. I call it The Big Empty. — Natalie Lloyd

Grand strategy is about marrying ends to means, about doing what you can, consistent with the nation's capabilities and resources. — Robert D. Kaplan

Everybody grows but me. — Queen Victoria

Tellingly, Chappelle kept making sketches about leaving his show. — Jason Zinoman

It takes more than dreams to get one to greatness. One's passion, dedication & work ethics will always help soar them to greater heights! — Timothy Pina

Moriarty smiled his adder's smile.
And I relaxed. I knew. My destiny and his wound together. It was a sensation I'd never got before upon meeting a man. When I'd had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder. Understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, hateable, creature I have ever known, not excluding Sir Augustus and Kali's Kitten and the Abominable Bloody Snow-Bastard and the Reverend Henry James Prince. He was something man-shaped that had crawled out from under a rock and moved into the manor house. But, at that moment, I was his, and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I knew him. From that day on, he was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture. — Kim Newman

Early in this century a group of passionate artists in Russia claimed that the essence of art was to make the familiar seem strange. Perhaps this is also one of the roles of the exotic, to alter and sharpen our perceptions. — SueEllen Campbell