Hratch Tchilingirian Quotes & Sayings

When I examine the conclusion [on experiments with the electric light bulb experiments published in the Herald] which everyone acquainted with the subject will recognize as a conspicuous failure, trumpeted as a wonderful success, I [conclude] ... that the writer ... must either be very ignorant, and the victim of deceit, or a conscious accomplice in what is nothing less than a fraud upon the public. — Henry Morton Stanley

I think the perfection of love is that it's not perfect. — Taylor Swift

I want to be a bloated alcoholic. That's my goal - it is, I'm serious, because there is no other disease that is more fun than alcoholism. I know it has its downside, but I'll tell you, there's no other party disease like alcohol. — Dom Irrera

Born to destroy kings, born to reshape the world, born to horrify and break and remake, born to endure and never be erased. Hekate Medea, more than god and more than woman, alive now, in the time of origin. — David Vann

With spiritual growth comes new creative potential, leading to the realization that you are pure potential, able to fill any creative impulse. — Deepak Chopra

My message isn't perfectly defined. I have, as a human being, fallen to peer pressure. — Kanye West

Love and sex both cause mutation, just like I think desire isn't lack. It's surplus energy- a claustrophobia inside your skin - — Chris Kraus

Stay away from restaurants that have menus in five languages. That's always a tourist trap. You want to eat where the locals eat. — Curtis Stone

When I record something, I'll take a drive and just listen. — Aaron Neville

Society today is so organised that every individual group has the power to disrupt it. How is their power to be channelled into constructive channels? — James Callaghan

I can travel anywhere in the world and I can pretty much fit in. — Kristin Kreuk

Talent for oratory can simulate the need for action and even thought. — Barbara W. Tuchman

She saw for the first time the way we fill our homes with macabre altars to the live things we've murdered the floral print of the twin mattress in her childhood bedroom, stripped of its sheets when she soiled them; ferns on throw pillows coated in formaldehyde; poppies on petrochemical dinner plates; boxes and bags of bulk pulpstuffs emblazoned with plant imagery the way milk cartons are emblazoned with children. A rock on a window ledge, cut flowers stabbed in vases, a wreath of sprigs nailed to the front door
every house a mausoleum, every house a wax museum. — Claire Vaye Watkins

Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckled sky listening to frogs and crickets. Darkness soothed. It softened the sharp edges of the world, toned down the too-harsh colors. With the coming of twilight, the sky seemed to recede; the universe expanded. The night was bigger than the day, and in its realm, life seemed to have more possibilities. — Dean Koontz