Inagaki Tomoo Quotes & Sayings

I should like to stand with you beneath the stars, my love,
In the silence, in the cool,
In the wild light of your eyes, my love,
Made to feel beautiful.
I would keep the secret of your kiss,
The secret of the stars
And the secret of our happiness
In a cage with golden bars. — Diana James

Humor and seriousness are not in opposition to each other. — Al Franken

Critical design can never be truly popular, and that is the fundamental problem. Objects that are critical of industry's agenda are unlikely to be funded by industry. — Anthony Dunne

They hope for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me when do we stop it?
Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning Korans so that we can defend Islamics? — Talib Kweli

France turned a deaf ear to the demands, but Ho had succeeded in attracting great publicity in progressive French circles to the situation in Indochina. — Wilfred Burchett

Plexi, plexi, bend don't shatter. Once you're broken, shape won't matter. — Jack Johnson

You see my kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease and death. To be loyal to rags, to shout for rags, to worship rags, to die for rags
that is loyalty of unreason, it is pure animal. — Mark Twain

To understand what makes you future strong, and what being strong means, is to understand how and why you make choices. — Bill Jensen

The measure of a great teacher isn't what he or she knows; it's what the students know. — John C. Maxwell

Sit and rest while the other idiots find out that they are idiots. — Kim Dare

The world around him grew silent; there was something in the air. The odor of dead meat came down on the wind, drifting through the trees. Soft and sour, the smell of distant death. — Jeff Shaara