Huib Modderkolk Quotes & Sayings

Nature exists for man no more than she does for monkeys, and is as regardless of his life or pleasure or success as she is of the fleas. Her waves will drown him, her fire burn him, and her earth devour him, her storms and lightning smite him, as if he were only a dog. — John Burroughs

And it came to pass that in the hands of the ignorant, the words of the Bible were used to beat plowshares into swords — Alan Watts

It is immoral to see evil and not act on it. — Robert Kennedy

When I died last, and, Dear, I die
As often as from thee I go
Though it be but an hour ago,
And lovers' hours be full eternity. — John Donne

She knew better than to lose her head over a man. That was what was so humiliating: she knew better. Three broken engagements had taught her that a woman needed to keep her wits about her when dealing with the male species, or she could get seriously hurt. — Linda Howard

I need you to kiss me." I've never heard that voice come from between her lips - it's lust. And it makes me envy every guy whose ears it ever fell upon before mine. — Kim Holden

There is silence, and then there is rural silence, silence you could feel and reach out and touch, silence with texture and distance. — Harlan Coben

You can't run the economy on BMWs alone. If the average person is in a pickle, how do you have a healthy economy? — Jeremy Grantham

One who "knows," knows there is no need to discourse; knowing is enough — Osho

I believe that black has been oppressed by white; female by male; peasant by landlord; and worker by lord of capital. It follows from this that the black female worker and peasant is the most oppressed. She is oppressed on account of her color like all black people in the world; she is oppressed on account of her gender like all women in the world; and she is exploited and oppressed on account of her class like all workers and peasants in the world. Three burdens she has to carry. — Ngugi Wa Thiong'o

I have my Lucky Charms in the morning, and I feel magical. — Tracy Morgan

Indeed, and crucially so, the serial form took
the control of the novel away from the reader and left him in an imagined space that could not be thought of in terms of the physical space still to be read. At the end of each instalment the reader would contemplate a vacuum, an 'end' which looked forward to a continuing verbal space which he could not measure.
He might speculate but he could not know. — Ian Gregor