Greaseater Quotes & Sayings

We wish to constitute all the happiness, or, if that cannot be, the misery of the one we love. — Jean De La Bruyere

Mortality, behold, and fear,
What a change of flesh is here!
Think how many royal bones
Sleep within this heap of stones, — Cassandra Clare

Civilization is the making of civil persons. — John Ruskin

In order to defeat our challengers and rise above every obstacle, we must be able to persevere. — Ellen J. Barrier

Be here now is the daydreamer's lament. — Kyle Pivarnik

It is the artist who realizes that there is a supreme force above him and works gladly away as a small apprentice under God's heaven. — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

Be culturally literate, because if you don't have any understanding of the world you live in and the culture you live in, you're not going to express anything to anybody else. — Paula Scher

Once he'd asked, "Don't you want to read? There are hundreds of books in the sitting room."
She had laughed and said, "I've read them all. I want to remember them the way they were. If I read them now, the endings will have changed. — Sarah Addison Allen

You can't be distracted by the noise of misinformation. — James Daly

After all, Goodness is a state of grace. Evil, is a state of mind. — Greg F. Gifune

Hardy had learned in a hard school, where the tests are given by savage Indians, by bitter cold, by hunger. These were tests where the result was not just a bad mark if one failed. The result was a starved or frozen body somewhere, forgotten in the wilderness. — Louis L'Amour

God is His own motive. His love is not drawn out by our loveableness, but wells up, like an artesian spring, from the depths of His nature. — Alexander MacLaren

Much hurts when you have everything but still ill-fated. — M.F. Moonzajer

I often wonder who will be the last person to see me alive. If I had to bet, it would be on the delivery boy from the Chinese take-out. I order in four nights out of seven. Whenever he comes I make a big production of finding my wallet. He stands in the door holding the greasy bag while I wonder if this is the night I'll finish off my spring roll, climb into bed, and have a heart attack in my sleep. — Nicole Krauss

The boy looks into Mugwump eyes blank as obsidian mirrors, pools of black blood, glory holes in a toilet wall closing on the Last Erection. — William S. Burroughs