Huttos Quotes & Sayings

I would never do anything just for spite. — Justin Timberlake

The critic has to educate the public; the artist has to educate the critic. — Oscar Wilde

I want to flog your ass and I want it bare. — Lainie Suzanne

I look over at him. He stares straight ahead.
"So," I say. "Golem, huh?"
"I prefer the term 'Mineral-American. — D.D. Barant

reconciliation is radical because it is biblical. — Curtiss Paul DeYoung

The violation of the existence and natures of things, of oneself, or of others is evil. Disrespect encroaches upon the space of others, and alters or empties their nature. Respect is respect for the limits, the boundaries, the space of others, and thus for their natures. Morally good action designates the active respect for others, for things, and also for ourselves. — Alphonso Lingis

America is harmless as an enemy but treacherous as a friend. — Bernard Lewis

Vashti was seized with the terrors of direct experience. She shrank back into the room, and the wall closed up again. — E. M. Forster

I've played the powerless in too many dark scenes. I was blessed with a birth and a death and I guess I just want some say in between — Ani DiFranco

live your life as if you may lose everything. — Mary Higgins Clark

Recipe For Happiness:~Ingredients :2 heaping cups of Patience, 1 heart full of Love ,2 hands full of Generosity, 1 head full of Understanding~~and a large dash of Laughter..Directions~~Sprinkle generously with Kindness,~~add plenty of Faith and mix well.~Spread over a period of a lifetime~and serve to everyone you meet with ~~Love. — Unknown

It is the greatest truth of our age: Information is not knowledge. — Caleb Carr

I just enjoy watching you eat. It's cute." "Cute? What do you mean 'cute'?" "You make these little moans when you take a bite you love. You appreciate your meals. It's not often a woman can let herself enjoy her food. — Caterina Passarelli

None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night-gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended to be frightened at their own shadows, little witting that so soon shadows would close in upon them, from whom they would shrink in real fear. So uproariously gay was the dance, and how they buffeted each other on the bed and out of it! It was a pillow fight rather than a dance, and when it was finished, the pillows insisted on one bout more, like partners who know that they may never meet again. The stories they told, before it was time for Wendy's good-night story! Even Slightly tried to tell a story that night, but the beginning was so fearfully dull that it appalled not only the others but himself, and he said happily: — J.M. Barrie

And I think it was the outline of that church tower at Belaugh against the sky which gave me a passion for churches so that every church I've past since I've wanted to stop and look in. — John Betjeman