Itong Ragaszt Quotes & Sayings

An anaesthetic is a poet-killer. — Lewis Hyde

All writers are, somewhere or other, mad. Not les grands fous, like Rimbaud, but mad, yes, mad. Because we do not believe in the stability of reality. We know that it can fragment, like a sheet of glass or a car's windscreen. but we also know that reality can be invented, reordered, constructed, remade. Writing is, in itself, an act of violence perpetrated against reality. — Patricia Duncker

Before thou reprehend another, take heed thou art not culpable in what thou goest about to reprehend. He that cleanses a blot with blotted fingers makes a greater blur. — Francis Quarles

There are many churches in my name and in the name of my apostles. The greatest and holiest is named after Peter; it is a place of great splendor in Rome. Nowhere can be found more gold. — Norman Mailer

Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love's stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love's horse will carry you home. — Rumi

Organized force alone enables the quiet and the weak to go about their business and to sleep securely in their beds, safe from the violent without or within. — Alfred Thayer Mahan

A lucky thing Eva Peron was. She died at 32. I'm already 45. — Vivien Leigh

Physic, for the most part, is nothing else but the substitute of exercise and temperance. — Joseph Addison

To me, meditation sounds a whole lot like doing nothing. I don't do nothing. I pack every second of every day with something that can get done. — Lisa Genova

TV sounds are all the same; there's no difference between the sound of the wind in Northern Ireland and the wind on a Polynesian island. — Ryu Murakami

I hate irony, particularly when it is used because there isn't any message or to hide that someone hasn't any story to tell. Just like when someone only spews out a stack of cool words which don't mean anything and then has the gall to call it art. I always want to create a bridge between us and the listener, and I want it to be so that kids want to create for themselves a story or a context of the words. — Jack White