Fioravanti Custom Quotes & Sayings

You don't just wake up one day with dementia or Alzheimer's; these conditions are developmental. Even when a problem triggers the need to collect data, it's reviewed by a specialist and filed away. There's no central repository allowing information to be shared across a multitude of researchers worldwide. — Tan Le

The problem with K-12 education is socialism and the solution is capitalism. — Peter Brimelow

Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please? — Chuck Palahniuk

Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is the road and we are on it, — Jeanette Winterson

No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be. — Kelley Armstrong

I was very good at kickball ... I was wonderful at ah doing that kick and your leg goes up and your shoe went on top of the school — Dane Cook

Man, this was messed up. He'd never hear the end of it. — Sally Bradley

I shall laugh my bitter laugh. — Nikolai Gogol

When you pray, move your feet." Prayer without action, like optimism without engagement, is passive aggression toward the future. Even — Al Gore

To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place
an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny deportations (displacements and walks), compensated for by the relationships and intersections of these exoduses that intertwine and create an urban fabric, and placed under the sign of what ought to be, ultimately, the place but is only a name, the City ... a universe of rented spaces haunted by a nowhere or by dreamed-of places. — Michel De Certeau

I think as far as self-promotion goes, I probably have a lot to learn. — Chris Isaak

A writer should always bravely face life, risking death and mutilation in order to dethrone an emperor. — Mo Yan

And, at last, I could hold him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, willing the darkness away, trying to heal him with my body, with my touch.
"I love you, Sebastian, please don't push me away. I love you."
"Oh God, Caro. I just don't know what I'm doing anymore; I'm so fucked up - I feel like I can't fucking breathe. Don't give up on me, Caro. Please don't give up on me. I need you, baby. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."
I could forgive anything now that he'd let me touch him. — Jane Harvey-Berrick