Jiggawatts Quotes & Sayings

It is the triumph of reason to get on well with those who possess none, — Gregory Benford

There are moments when I dare not think of it, but there are others when I rise in spirit to where she ever dwells; then I can thank God that I love the noblest lady in the world, the most gracious and beautiful, and that there was nothing in my love that made her fall short in her high duty. — Anthony Hope

Suddenly the dreamer disappeared, and Holmes, the man of action, sprang from his chair. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Love me litle, love me long. 1546 — John Heywood

Although many believe that technology automatically enables more realistic expression, I believe that is just not correct. — Satoru Iwata

the sprawl, is the automobile, the noose — Ta-Nehisi Coates

When you begin to write poems because you love language, because you love poetry. Something happens that makes you write poems. And the writing of poems is incredibly pleasurable and addictive. — C. K. Williams

The heart is the household divinity which, discharging its function, nourishes, cherishes, quickens the whole body, and is indeed the foundation of life, the source of all action. — William Harvey

People are much less interested in what you are trying to show them than what you are trying to hide. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Originality will be rewarded in any line. — Will Rogers

Well, more or less, you just got struck by lightning."
"Wait, what?" My brain stopped processing for a prolonged moment unable to wrap around that one. How the hell had that happened? "So basically I was filled with 1.21 jiggawatts?
Can I travel through time now? — Elizabeth Sharp

In a movie version of this scene the driver wheels his glance abruptly to the window where a misshapen man stands watching it all unfold, and fixes me with a threatening look. That didn't happen. — John Darnielle

In place of negative falsification, we have nurtured, in the past thirty years, a new fetishization. Black female protagonists are now unerringly strong and soulful; they are sexually voracious and unafraid; they take the unreal forms of earth mothers, African queens, divas, spirits of history; they process grandly through novels thick with a breed of greeting-card lyricism. They have little of the complexity, the flaws and uncertainties, depth and beauty of Janie Crawford and the novel she springs from. — Zadie Smith