Imponente Quotes & Sayings

Billy made a noise like a small, rusty hinge. He had just emptied his seminal vesicles into Valencia, had contributed his share of the Green Beret. According to the Tralfamadorians, of course, the Green Beret would have seven parents in all. — Kurt Vonnegut

Don't be angry at life. It is not life that is frustrating you, it is you who are not listening to life. — Rajneesh

The information superhighway is a revolution that in years to come will transcend newspapers, radio, and television as an information source. Therefore, I think this is the time to put some restrictions on it. — J. James Exon

The vast majority of free verse is ghastly. Utterly ghastly. No one reads it. No one listens to it. — Felix Dennis

We call bad one who rejects the fruit he is given for the fruit he is expecting or the fruit he was given last time. — C.S. Lewis

The music industry is a very rough industry. Many years ago, I think it was even rougher in the sense that a lot of it was predicated on image. — Jennifer Holliday

The Frenchman Jean-PaulSartre ... had a dialectical mind good as a machine for cybernetics, immense in its way, he could peel a nuance like an onion, but he had no sense of evil, the anguish of God, and the possible existence of Satan. — Norman Mailer

People. And the brutal things we do to one another.
The fence shakes against my cheek and I turn, careful to keep my gaze lifted. I don't have it in me to look at her again. Bishop is grasping the chain-link with both hands, knuckles white, his eyes closed. His whole body is wound tight as a spring, like if I reached for him he would simply break apart at the joints, splinter into a hundred pi8eces. I don't try to touch him.
He lets out a yell and then another and another, loud and wild and out of control. He shakes the fence hard with both hands. His anger and frustration are more potent somehow because they are unexpected. When his scream fades into silence, he rests his forehead against the metal. "Sometimes," he says, voice raw, "I hate this place." He twists his neck and looks at me, hands still hooked in the fence above his head.
"I know," I say, barely a whisper. "Me, too. — Amy Engel

With words ... one can cut & kill:but also one can cure and heal. — Darrius Garrett