Jazero Quotes & Sayings

there is a man blocking our way. Sitting astride a tractor with a big scooping bucket on the front, he yells at us for being on his property. We explain the boats, and he says we can't tie up there, that this is his restaurant. We say there's no room anywhere, that the Coast Guard won't let us leave, that they'll shoot at us if we do. He tells us we better go fucking home and get our guns. He tells us we're at war. — Hugh Howey

If you love with violence and you hate with violence there is nothing that can be questioned. — Charlie Sheen

A good pay-master starts not at assurances. — George Herbert

And knitted his brow like a man disquieted. "The devil!" murmured he, between his teeth. "Can Treville have set this Gascon upon — Alexandre Dumas

The writer ultimately tires of the subject's self-serving story, and substitutes a story of his own. — Janet Malcolm

I never got to make that transition from little girl to young woman ... and that really screws you up. — Natalie Cole

You'll not be in heaven if you're not leaning on the arm of someone you have helped. — Edgar Cayce

Making a noise in this world making a noise in this world you can bet your ass, I won't go quietly making a noise in this world. — Robbie Robertson

Life is so big. Do not try to fill it. Instead, expand within. You are enough for you. — Bryant McGill

You see, Dad, Professor McLuhan says that the environment that man creates becomes his medium for defining his role in it. The invention of type created linear, or sequential thought, separating thought from action. Now, with TV and folk singing, thought and action are closer and social involvement is greater. We again live in a village. Get it? — Marshall McLuhan

When I'm in Los Angeles, sometimes I hesitate saying that I'm an actor because people are like, "Of course you are." And I'm like "No, not, 'Of course I am.'" — Condola Rashad

I think I do a great job in the outfield. — Rafael Soriano

If you have a good selling idea, your secretary can write your ad for you. — Morris Hite

He hadn't been able to help himself, couldn't have stopped himself from kissing her even if he'd tried. Fighting with her was a million times better than dreaming, and the fight had conjured his soul to act, to kiss her. And that kiss was nothing like anything he had ever experienced before.
He knew if he would die then, he'd die a happy man because it meant he'd savor her forever, relish her passion among his. She'd tasted so sweet, like the sweetest fruit or the sweetest dessert. Her lips were heaven on his, his heaven on Earth. — J.L. Sheppard