Ectric Company Quotes & Sayings

The lion sleeps in the sun.
its nose on its paws.
it can kill a man. — Wallace Stevens

I turn my gaze inward. I fix it there and keep it busy. I look inside myself. I continually observe myself. — Michel De Montaigne

As the religious authorities often say, the institution is human, while the substance of the religion is transcendent. — Thomas Moore

It seemed to me that this might be a great pageant, which would give a chance for a very interesting picture. — Henry Ossawa Tanner

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death? — Hildegard Knef

The point of decorating, as far as I can tell, is to create the background for the best life you can have. — Deborah Needleman

Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death. Most of us have fear in one form or another; and where there is fear there is no intelligence. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Office. "Freaking glorious." I hefted my bag higher on my shoulder and I headed out. Tank was standing guard on the sidewalk, in front of my car. "I have a couple FTAs," I said to Tank. "One's in the Burg and one's in Hamilton Township. I have to stop at my apartment first to get some clean clothes and stuff." "It might be easier if we took one car for the busts," Tank said. I agreed. "Do you want to drive or ride shotgun?" Tank's eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch. Shocked that I would even consider driving. Tank only rode shotgun to Ranger. "It's the twenty-first century," I told Tank. "Women drive." "Only in my bed," Tank said. "Never in my car." I didn't have a reply to that, but I thought it sounded like an okay philosophy. So I beeped the Escape locked, got into Tank's SUV, and we chugged off for my place. — Janet Evanovich

Why did so many grown-ups want to be young, she wondered, when it took so long to grow old? It was like going on a million-mile road trip then wanting to turn around without getting out of the car. — Pseudonymous Bosch

On a tiny planet that has been racing toward oblivion for millions of years, we are born amid sorrow; we grow, we struggle, we grow ill, we suffer, we make others suffer, we cry out, we die, others die, and new beings are born to begin the senseless comedy all over again. — Ernesto Sabato

The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill. — Robert Anton Wilson

I never worry that all hell will break loose. My concern is that only part of hell will break loose and be much harder to detect. — George Carlin