Funtowicz And Ravetz Quotes & Sayings

Nothing's work unless you'd rather be doing something else. — John C. Maxwell

He doesn't like me, does he?" I asked.
Maggie made a face like my words were insulting her. "He doesn't like you?"
My eyes connected with hers for a brief moment. "Not in the way you know I'm talking about."
She shook her head, blinking a few times like she was waking up. "Hi, welcome to planet Earth," she said in a mock cheery voice, waving in my direction. "The place where brains and sound-thinking make the planet go round. — Nicole Williams

A sibling is the lens through which you see your childhood. — Ann Hood

A great writer is, so to speak, a second government in his country. And for that reason no regime has ever loved great writers, only minor ones. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Everybody around the world wants to send their kids to our universities. But nobody wants to send their kids here to public school. — Walter Annenberg

All that remained for him was the Po, his landscape, the mist and that little corner of his past which opened up inside the doors of Il Sordo (a local bar). — Valerio Varesi

If poor people want food stamps, they should become massive corporations. — Stephen Colbert

There ought to be a robust, uninhibited conversation in black America with different black ideological perspectives. — Cornel West

A girl nearby muttered,"If that's a lady, I'm a cat."
Reaching out, Sandry lifted the pitcher of milk from the table. Cradling it in both hands, she walked over to the mutterer.
I am Sandrilene fa Toren, daughter of Count Mattin fer Toren and his countess, Amiliane fa Landreg. I am the great-niece of his grace, Duke Vedris of this realm of Emelan, and cousin of her Imperial Highness, Empress Berenene of the Namorn Empire. You are Esmelle ei Pragin, daughter of Baron Witten en Pragin and his lady Colledia of House Wheelwright, a merchant house. If I tell you my friend is a lady, then you"- carefully she poured milk into Esmelle's plate-"you had best start lapping, kitty."
She set the pitcher down and returned to her chair. — Tamora Pierce

How do I know a really good book? When, between the pages, I come undone. — Marcia Whyte

Part of her soul ... gloried in the sheer bodacious unnaturalness of it. Putting a great blue-green water park smack down in the red desert complete with cactus, trading posts, genuine Navajo Indians, and five kinds of rattlesnakes was theater of the absurd at its most outrageous. — Nevada Barr

I'm a girl who eats, I love to eat. — Aubrey O'Day