Insectile Soap Quotes & Sayings

Artists are creating their own genre sound, and other artists are building upon that sound and already creating a huge subculture created around one particular sound created by one artist. So, with all that happening, the genres are going to break down, and there's going to be a multitude of sound coming out. — Steve Aoki

The artistic taste of the Catholic priests is appalling and I am most anxious to have a Catholic church in which everything is genuine and good, and not tawdry and ostentatious. — Giles Gilbert Scott

There's already been black presidents who've been corrupt, so it doesn't strike me that having a black man in office means he's going to be the Messiah. — Lupe Fiasco

I learned that in dealing with things, you spent much more time and energy in dealing with people than in dealing with things. — Buwei Yang Chao

The fact that I spent my life in universities in a manner that I no longer have close identification with bricklayers is a pain to me. — Stanley Hauerwas

I started writing when I was twenty. My first book came out when I was thirty-five. But I never expected that it would happen quickly. — David Sedaris

Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning, which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. — A.A. Milne

Be cutthroat and cunning. Think like a netherling queen. — A.G. Howard

Romantic art is always stylized: the better the art, the cleaner and more attractive and intelligent the stylization. — Ayn Rand

Come on, you winefizzling, ginsizzling, booseguzzling existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy! Alexander J. Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to Vladivostok. The Deity ain't no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that he's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in king Jesus. You'll need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in it for you, my friend, in his backpocket. Just you try it on. — James Joyce

How many of these rescue missions have you conducted anyway?" "More than I can count," sniffed the general. "I see," said Rex. "How many fingers am I holding up? — Robert Kroese