Joselita Boltron Quotes & Sayings

There are many women whose lives would be immeasurably improved by widowhood, but one should not always point that out. — Alexander McCall Smith

There's no bonus to seeing life through a dirty lens, even if it feels more real. — Sally Hanan

I'm not advocating for no guns. I like mine and am not about to give them up. But in this country, my uterus is more regulated than my guns. Birth control and reproductive health services are harder to get than bullets. What is that about? Guns don't kill people - vaginas do? — Shannyn Moore

What are your goals? Where are you going? Why are you here? What are you? Scientology has answers to these questions, good answers that are true, answers that work for you. For the subject matter of Scientology is you. — L. Ron Hubbard

The guy that helped me learn this stuff suggested prayer and meditation. So I took up smoking. — Larry Correia

But that's why you pay for insurance, right? If you never file a claim, then they've beaten you. — Jonathan Tropper

My fingers smell like soil and my lips taste like sugar and I'm so awake right now I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight. — Ally Condie

Per Diem 10 dites/day Visitors' Card 75 — Karl Schroeder

Black Consciousness therefore takes cognizance of the deliberateness of God's plan in creating Black people black. — Steven Biko

Honesty is a good thing,
but it is not profitable
to its possessor unless
it is kept under control. — Don Marquis

Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison. — Douglas Adams

You said these guys are your cousins? Is that, like, for real? It's, like, not a turn of phrase?"
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Well, I refer to my bluds as cuz, sometimes. Is it like that, or is they real blood relatives?"
"Yes, four of them are cousins. One of them is my twin brother. I'm sure you can guess who."
"Who?"
"Yes."
"No, who?"
"Exactly." The Doctor's gaze was in some far-off place, his voice low and monotone. "He was always the troublesome one. He instigated the rift, cemented the separation. Blabbed to the Beeb. I can never forgive him for that. Never. — Mark Speed

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only — Cinda Williams Chima