Jason Kipnis Quotes & Sayings

It is a rare and difficult attainment to grow old gracefully and happily. — Arnold Palmer

I can read your body language like a conversation — Dom Kennedy

Her sunshine and rainbows smile was too bright for my emotional hangover. — Rebecca Donovan

Burn brightly without burning out. — Richard Biggs

Reason is the illusion of reality — Hazrat Inayat Khan

You're a stalker with hooves."
-Percy Jackson — Rick Riordan

Rousseau had it backwards. We are NOT born free. We are born in the chains of the random and the reflexive, and are ignorant and unreasonable by simple nature. We must learn to be free, to organize the random and detect the reflexive, to acquire the knowledge of particulars and the powers of reason. The examined life is impossible if we cannot examine, order, classify, define, distinguish, always in minute particulars. — Richard Mitchell

We are always going to put the best interests of kids above the rights, privileges and priorities of adults. — Michelle Rhee

While many conclusions are drawn ... the process of asking questions is more important than the answers ... an ongoing process of discovery. — John Paul Caponigro

If you have to explain satire to someone, you might as well give up. — Barry Humphries

the biological mind is the essence and the very meaning of the human condition. — Edward O. Wilson

Why do you always come in to kiss me while I'm on the toilet?" I asked.
"Makes us feel close to you," Chuck said, surprised I would ask. "Peeing is one of the special things we share. — Merrill Markoe

Taking into consideration all your loveliness
why can't you burn your bootsoles and your
draft card? How can you sit there saying yes
to war? You'll be a pauper when you die, sore
boy. Dead, while I still live at our addresss.
Oh my brother, why do you keep making plans
when I am at seizures of hearts and hands?
Come dance the dance, the Papa-Mama dance;
bring costumes from the suitcase pasted Ille de France,
the S.S. Gripsholm. Papa's London Harness case
he took abroad and kept i our attic laced
with old leather straps for storage and his
scholar's robes, black licorice - that metamorphosis
with it's crimson blood.
The Papa and Mama Dance — Anne Sexton

What fresh hell is this?" Adina muttered. — Libba Bray