Janis Ian Mean Girl Quotes & Sayings

Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better. — Justina Chen

Anything can be done if you find friends to do it with. The lucky biographers find themselves drawn into a sort of friendship with their subject. — Amity Shlaes

The division between the useful arts and the fine arts must not be understood in too absolute a manner. In the humblest work of the craftsmen, if art is there, there is a concern for beauty, through a kind of indirect repercussion that the requirements of the creativity of the spirit exercise upon the production of an object to serve human needs. — Jacques Maritain

There will always be plenty of things to compute in the detailed affairs of millions of people doing complicated things. — Vannevar Bush

More often than not, it's better to give up thinking, worrying and obsessing, in favour of faith that things will work out fine. — Sue Fitzmaurice

Development which has no regard for whom or what it harms is not development. It is the opposite of progress, damaging the Earth's capacity to support us and the rest of its living systems — George Monbiot

But if she thinks women are the only ones dealing with this crap, she's pretty freaking clueless.
What about the stuff guys are supposed to think and say and do to prove we're manly men, to prove we're in control and strong as iron and fearless? What about the way guys call each other faggot in the hallway if one of them accidentally gets too close to another, or the way I have no choice but to fight whenever some punk decides he wants a piece of me. Refusing to fight makes me look like a pantywaist, and then every other guy on the planet wants to hurt me, too. That's just how it is. — Nicole McInnes

I was seven years old the first time I saw Michael Jackson. That changed everything. — Robin Thicke

I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time. — Haruki Murakami