Facciola Meats Quotes & Sayings

He has a spirit-a soul- and therfore a choice. I will belive that Aurox will chose Light, even if Darkness resides within him. None of us is entirely good. Or evil. — P.C. Cast

I'm on the road, Butte is 58 miles away, and I'm driving 85 mph. So I should be there in an hour. Oh, if only love were so easy to calculate. — Jarod Kintz

This aesthetic quality, then, is what politics is all about. It's authenticity that separates winners from losers, good politics from bad, and he-man leader-types from consultant-directed puppet-boys. — Thomas Frank

No life is well-rounded without the subtle inspiration of beauty. — Beatrix Farrand

How many times has that happened? I find myself wondering. How many times have I sat, waiting, while he catches up with somebody else, somebody more important? — Abby McDonald

Greek mythology has always been my Achilles elbow. — Adrian McKinty

Where do you get the gall to call the people who died in 9/11 technocrats when you sit around and get a $90,000 paycheck from the government you purport to hate? — Ward Churchill

As soon as I saw him again I could forget all this existed; I would be calm. Was that a definition of love: a force that can drug you with calm and help you forget all the sandpaper realities of the world? — Alix Ohlin

To some extent I happily don't know what I'm doing. I feel that it's an artist's responsibility to trust that. — David Byrne

You might wish to revisit your understanding of the word everything." Gregory turned to his mother.
"Vocabulary and comprehension were never her strong suits."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Every day I marvel that the two of you managed to reach adulthood."
"Afraid we'd kill each other?" Gregory quipped.
"No, that I'd do the job myself. — Julia Quinn

So she did not replay, but played the strategist. She retained more power by withholding an answer. — E. Lockhart

The strange thing was how quiet everything became just in that moment. Everything. All of existence, covered in a thick, still blanket of complete silence. The screeching tires and the yelling all paused. And then it happened: the white flash. It was blinding, taking away all definition of earth and sky, leaving nothing visible but the awful purity of the white. I remember that I flinched instinctively. That was all I really had time to do. Then, as if to announce my passing and that of all three-hundred-and-fourteen other souls working the midnight shift at the plant, came the roar. It was a guttural thunderous growl, like some great evil had just been released into the world. After that ... — Dennis Sharpe