Federally Facilitated Quotes & Sayings

If Arsenal don't finish third, they might not finish in third place. — Alvin Martin

Ludacris is a very smart individual. He's about his business. Everything is business with him. So I learned a lot about making deals from him. — Two Chainz

Every human being and every society is what it is by virtue of the highest to which it looks up. The city, if it is healthy, looks up, not to the laws which it can unmake as it made them, but to the unwritten laws, the divine law, the gods of the city. The city must transcend itself. ...the most important consideration concerns that which transcends the city or which is higher than the city; it does not concern things which are simply subordinate to the city. — Leo Strauss

Not alone, echoed in my mind. Go. I'll bring you back. (Ford to Rachel) — Kim Harrison

What's in here? That hurt." He reached into the bag, frowning. "It better not be body parts." He pulled out the huge cinnamon roll and eyed it. "Ay, caramba. My village will not starve this year. We are very grateful, grasshopper." He bowed, holding up the pastry. "A debt repaid is a blessing on us all, my child. — Jeff Lindsay

You gotta look for the good in the bad, the happy in your sad, the gain in your pain, and what makes you grateful not hateful. — Karen Salmansohn

Having faith is like having an extra energy source. It allows you to keep moving forward when all logic tells you, you can't. — Michael Rogers

For the great majority of mankind are satisfied with appearances, as though they were realities, and are often more influenced by the things that seem than by those that are. — Niccolo Machiavelli

And though a sworn foe to human bloodshed, yet had he in his straight-bodied coat, spilled tuns upon tuns of leviathan gore. — Herman Melville

Some versions of patriotism come close to the tribal, which we all want to surpass, and some don't. — Todd Gitlin

I leave her to chemically combust and find Wren in the student council office, filling out extremely interesting paperwork. He's buried behind piles of the stuff. I can barely see tufts of his blonde hair poking out. I reach into the paperwork pile and shove the two halves aside. Hundreds of them fall off the desk and to the floor. Papers drift through the air like snowflakes. Fat, boring-ass snowflakes. Wren looks up, face slack with shock.
"Whatcha doing?" I ask.
"Dividing up funding for the other clubs," He whispers, clearly distraught. A paper plops onto his head and slides off dejectedly. I'm respectful for three seconds.
"So anyway, I had this nightmare in which Jack was sexy and Kayla died. — Sara Wolf