Hartge Bmw Quotes & Sayings

If private men are obliged to perform the offices of government, to protect the weak and dispense justice, then the government becomes only a hired man, or clerk, to perform menial or indifferent services. — Henry David Thoreau

I can't figure out where you put all that," Tucker observed. "You eat like a horse." "It goes straight to my cock — Josh Lanyon

There's nothing fucking worse than knowing that you're just like everybody else. — Min Jin Lee

Statecraft and kingship were not for the faint of heart — Sharon Kay Penman

There is no point in thinking of what could've been; no point in belaboring the past. — Christine Fonseca

To maintain peace in the future it is necessary to be prepared for war. — Ulysses S. Grant

In which case, why not cancer of the brain? As a terrified, half-aware imbecile, I might even scream for a priest at the close of business, though I hereby state while I am still lucid that the entity thus humiliating itself would not in fact be "me." (Bear this in mind, in case of any later rumors or fabrications.) — Christopher Hitchens

It was as if the bones and veins were working their way to the surface; as if the skin were water receding to expose shapes at the bottom of a harbor. — Jonathan Franzen

Then kindly recall that variation is not the same as deformity. — Laline Paull

At the end of the day, the TV show is the best job in the world. I get to go anywhere I want, eat and drink whatever I want. As long as I just babble at the camera, other people will pay for it. It's a gift. — Anthony Bourdain

I don't believe war ever does. It's a madness that's in our nature. Sometimes it recurs; sometimes it subsides." "Sounds like a disease." "The herpes simplex of the species? — James S.A. Corey

I have one request to make of you, which embarrasses me very much. You remember the hemp kimono of Mother's which you altered so that I could wear it next summer? Please put it in my coffin. I wanted to wear it. — Osamu Dazai

For years, I never really pondered how I came to be a writer from where I came from. — Nick Tosches

Let's not freak out here," Jett said, ever the diplomat in venom green nail polish and little skull earrings. "People aren't going to come until they've had their dinner. Pie is for dessert."
Maggie and I stood behind the counter, arms folded, and stared out the display window.
Jett shook her head. Leave it to her to be remarkably upbeat while the rest of us were uncharacteristically morose. "Maybe we should open up so that this wonderful pie aroma brings them in," she said brightly. She opened the door and used it to fan the pie air out onto the street.
And it worked.
Somebody walked in. — Judith Fertig