Heutschi Pianos Quotes & Sayings

Oh, yes. He'd thought of her in the intervening week. He'd thought of her so much that he was no longer put off by her quiet speech, her downcast eyes. No matter how unlikely it seemed, Miss Pursling had convinced everyone here that she was next to nothing. The truth of her competence seemed an intimate secret between them. — Courtney Milan

I suggest that the real objective of Socialism is not happiness. Happiness hitherto has been a by-product, and for all we know it may always remain so. The real objective of Socialism is human brotherhood. This is widely felt to be the case, though it is not usually said, or not said loudly enough. Men use up their lives in heart-breaking political struggles, or get themselves killed in civil wars, or tortured in the secret prisons of the Gestapo, not in order to establish some central-heated, air-conditioned, strip-lighted Paradise, but because they want a world in which human beings love one another instead of swindling and murdering one another. And they want that world as a first step. Where they go from there is not so certain, and the attempt to foresee it in detail merely confuses the issue. — George Orwell

I like pens. My writing is so amazing there's never a need to erase. — Todd Barry

We are all artificial and have been unnaturally changed by violence and unwholesome conditioning. — Bryant McGill

There's a post-it note stuck on one of the padded arms. I snatch it up and skim Wes's familiar chicken-scratch scrawl. Dude at the store said this one will be better for our backs. Ten different massage settings. We should use it on our balls and see if it doubles as a sex toy. Fingers crossed. — Sarina Bowen

He seemed much older and very tired, defeated. — Lois Lowry

For me, the ultimate form of expression is blues, where jazz appeals to me on an intellectual level. — Scott Henderson

Literature as a whole is not an aggregate of exhibits with red and blue ribbons attached to them, like a cat-show, but the range of articulate human imagination as it extends from the height of imaginative heaven to the depth of imaginative hell. — Northrop Frye