Inchon Battle Quotes & Sayings

I think that the team that wins game five will win the series. Unless we lose game five. — Charles Barkley

Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday you build another fence around your minds. — Robert Riskin

As incarnations go by, the atom gets more complex. That is, your being, the part of you that reincarnates from lifetime to lifetime, the aggregate, grows thicker and denser. — Frederick Lenz

James Bond just unscrews things — Terry Pratchett

North Americans do not understand that you do not throw down human rights like bombs on the Iraqis. — Shirin Ebadi

Train them to pay attention to their choices. ("Reduce, Reuse and Recycle are good ideas," he would lecture, "but those three concepts should only be the last resort. What you really need to focus on are two other words that also begin with R- Reconsider and Refuse. Before you even acquire the disposable good, ask yourself why you need this consumer product. And then turn it down. Refuse it. You can.") — Elizabeth Gilbert

If you're not prepared to do something in public, don't do it at all. — Karen Traviss

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die. — George R R Martin

Presumption of innocence has also been given a new and useful interpretation. As the New York Times later reported, Mr. Obama embraced a disputed method for counting civilian casualties that did little to box him in. It in effect counts all military-age males in a strike zone as combatants, according to several administration officials, unless there is explicit intelligence posthumously proving them innocent. — Noam Chomsky

I didn't say anything at all, because somehow saying nothing seemed more humane than giving him all these reassurances. — Jennifer Brown

And Clare, always Clare. Clare in the morning all sleepy and crumple-faced. Clare with her arms plunging into the papermaking vat, pulling up the mold and shaking it so, and so, to meld the fibers. Clare reading with her hair hanging over the back of the chair, massaging balm into her cracked red hands before bed. Clare's low voice is in my ear often.
I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going, and she cannot follow. — Audrey Niffenegger