Izotope Rx 7 Quotes & Sayings

I wonder at a man who loses hope of salvation when the door of repentance is open for him. — Ali Ibn Abi Talib

One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, "A little less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed. — Helen Hunt Jackson

We need to think about what cooking is, what context it takes place in and what its relationship to the world of art is. If there were criticisms of my presence at Documenta, that's a good thing because it means we were doing something new. Your mission in creating something artistic is to produce something new and polemical. — Ferran Adria

They sat cross-legged on
the floor, short of lotus, lay back
between table and couch. In the
upset zone known as not
yet
there they reconvened, she
unexpected harmony's ghost,
another she recondite solace's
regret. . . They sat on the
floor
sipping herb as we looked
on,
incense an androgyne funk,
flesh crevice, book of anabatic
recess — Nathaniel Mackey

Why would you complicate our friendship?" I whispered. "Like it's so simple now?" He countered. — Sarina Bowen

Mythology is like a game of Chinese Whispers. What goes in at one end of the human circle is rarely what emerges at the other end. — Ashwin Sanghi

I have wished you dead and myself dead. How could it be otherwise. I have broken into you like a burglar. And you've set your dogs on me. And a pile of broken sticks. A child could kick. I have climbed you like a monument, gasoing, For the exercise and the view, And leaned over the railing at the top ... Strong and warm, the summer wind. — Alicia Ostriker

Yes I can," Curran snarled. "Listen: this is me telling you what you will not do."
I raised the cookbook and tapped him on the nose. Bad cat. — Ilona Andrews

Peter and the deer herd ranged over the forest together, and without words, Peter told the deer about his new life at the Palace, amongst people. The scents that lingered on him told a hundred stories. His expressions and movements too, echoed foreign influences. And in Peter's eyes, the story was told plainly. They sensed that he had grown not just physically, but in his being he was bigger, more mature.
The deer wanted the Wild Boy to return to the Enchanted Forest with them, but they were uncertain he would come. They called him by his forest name, and he replied, "Peter." The strangeness of this intonation puzzled them. — Christopher Daniel Mechling

The evolution toward Communism is inevitable. — Charles De Gaulle