Gun Running Through Benghazi Quotes & Sayings

I am blessed or cursed, depending on how you look at it, with an incurably restless spirit and the ability to work hard. — Salvatore Ferragamo

Optimism has always been an undeclared policy of human culture - one that grew out of our animal instincts to survive and reproduce - rather than an articulated body of thought. — Thomas Ligotti

I don't mind not looking conventionally - you know, attractive if that's what the part requires. — Cate Blanchett

The Weimar system appeared to me like a father who locks his little boys in a room and stirs them up against one another and says: 'Beat each other up as much as you want. — Robert Ley

My wish is for gay to become less of a label, and more of just one of many great colors in the collective box of humanity. — Adam Lambert

... the pain of neuralgia ... she knew what they thought. That she was cold. Couldn't feel. But in fact she felt too much. Too deeply. — Louise Penny

Goddamn it ! His parka doesn't fit me ! — Steve Roper

We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works. — Douglas Adams

-the place where we store the true parts of our soul, away from the rest of the world. — Kailin Gow

I suppose that one reason I have always detested religion is its sly tendency to insinuate the idea that the universe is designed with 'you' in mind or, even worse, that there is a divine plan into which one fits whether one knows it or not. This kind of modesty is too arrogant for me. — Christopher Hitchens

We know that permanent sobriety can be attained only by a most revolutionary change in the life and outlook of the individual ... — Bill W.

Your name is Sanchez, what are you doing playing for Northern Ireland? — Lawrie Sanchez

If you're saving, you're succeeding — Steve Burkholder

Lend me your wings, bird. I'll spread them and fly on the thermals. — Stephen King

But there have been other press conferences that last less time than it takes to boil an egg. No doubt you will have heard about the famous 'Hairdryer', the shouting, his ferocity when the bee in his bonnet starts to buzz out of control. It's all true. He's every bit as frightening as is made out. One prick of his temper glands and he will be up, leaning forward, jutting out his forehead, indiscriminately machine-gunning swearwords at someone who has asked or written something he doesn't like. It's the eyes. Those rheumy, pale-green eyes. They stare you down. Your palms begin to sweat. You mouth feels dry, as if you have just swallowed a tablespoon of sawdust. You start to feel pathetically weak. The outburst might last only a few seconds but it always feels so much longer. And you realise you are half-bowing, staring at your feet. It's a degrading experience. — Daniel Taylor