Hanagi Quotes & Sayings

Not every man in the Senate is some kind of masterful schemer, exerting all his energies to acquire more power and influence at the expense of all others." "No," Isana agreed. "Some of them are incompetent schemers. — Jim Butcher

I glanced over at them. "Clark? That's your name? I was calling you the Missionary all this time." He flashed his perfect white teeth. "Gosh, thanks, buddy! That's quite the bold moniker, and don't think I don't appreciate - " "Now shut the fuck up," I said. "Both of you. Grown-ups are talking." "Who are you?" Angus said. — Craig Schaefer

The magnificent title of the Functional School of Anthropology has been bestowed on myself, in a way on myself, and to a large extent out of my own sense of irresponsibility. — Bronislaw Malinowski

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place. — Sarah Dessen

So perhaps the very idea of explanation is an error of anthropomorphism when it is applied to things that do not involve human intention. — Marilynne Robinson

In the stars is written the death of every man. — Geoffrey Chaucer

Poetry allies itself with beauty - a supreme union - but never uses it as its ultimate goal or sole nourishment. — Saint-John Perse

But if you didn't have more urgent things to do after supper [in boot camp], you could write a letter, loaf, gossip, discuss the myriad mental shortcomings of sergeants and, dearest of all, talk about the female of the species (we became convinced that there was no such creatures, just mythology created by inflamed imaginations - one boy in our company claimed to have seen a girl, over at regimental headquarters; he was unanimously judged a liar and a braggart). — Robert A. Heinlein

I don't lie. I would never stuff my bra because it's going to come off and the truth is going to be revealed. I don't like that padding. I try to be completely - if not brutally - honest. — Diane Lane

I would not be here now if I did not have anti-depressants. — Temple Grandin

But worse things were about to be found in the bedroom: on the jeweller's wife's ottoman, in a casual pose, sprawled a third party- namely, a black cat of uncanny size, with a glass of vodka in one paw and a fork, on which he had managed to spear a pickled mushroom, in the other. , The Master and Magarita — Mikhail Bulgakov