Hayabusa Bike Quotes & Sayings

Never kiss a girl whose brothers have knife scars. — Robert Jordan

I was born for the peaceful life,
for rural quiet:
the lyre's voice in the wild is more resounding,
creative dreams are more alive.
To harmless leisures consecrated,
I wander by a wasteful lake
and far niente is my rule.
By every morn I am awakened
unto sweet mollitude and freedom;
little I read, a lot I sleep,
fugitive fame do not pursue.
Was it not thus in former years,
that I spent in inaction, in the shade,
my happiest days? — Alexander Pushkin

I wouldn't count it out, but right now I feel like my career is still just starting. The best years are yet to come. — Phil Ivey

There is nothing wrong with the United States
or the world at large
that cannot be stabilized and reconstructed by restoring the intelligence and integrity of all our organizations across the eight communities (academic, civil society, commerce, government, law enforcement, media, military, non-governmental/non-profit). — Robert David Steele

I always considered "love" to be such an ambiguous term, often both overused and underused, but I knew that I was feeling something that I'd never felt before. — Matt Abrams

Freedom has no history. — Andrew Cohen

Look, you need technical skills to run a company. — Carly Fiorina

The aesthetic construct, and nothing else, has taught us to expose ourselves to a non-enslaving experience of rank differences. The work of art is even allowed to 'tell' us, those who have run away from form, something, because it quite obviously does not embody the intention to confine us. 'La poesie ne s'impose plus, elle s'expose' Something that exposes itself and proves itself in this test gains unpresumed authority. In the space of aesthetic simulation, which is at once the emergency space for the success and failure of the artistic construct, the powerless superiority of the works can affect observers who otherwise take pains to ensure that they have no lord, old or new, above them. — Peter Sloterdijk

Reordon," a male voice came over the line.
"Chris, it's Marcus."
"Hey, man. How's it going?"
"Not that great. I wrecked my bike."
"Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa."
"That's the one."
"Please tell me it's just a scratch."
Marcus studied the wreckage. "I'm sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them. — Dianne Duvall