Kahnemans System Quotes & Sayings

I had such plans for this evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower selling child who asked me for twopence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me."
"A little girl robbed you?" Tessa said.
"Actually, she wasn't a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel. — Cassandra Clare

If you live long enough, lots of nice things happen. — George Halas

You're alive!" Fezzik cried.
The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across ... — William Goldman

A budget is people telling their money where to go instead of wondering where it went. You — Dave Ramsey

But where sin abounded, grace superabounded. — Jerry Bridges

I was sad to leave 'Downton,' but I will always remember it fondly, as they did me a lot of favours. I owe them a lot. — Thomas Howes

At that time I would read passages of Father's books or a newspaper article that I was certain he had read because I wanted to follow a trail he had taken. — Hisham Matar

You see, bookshops are dreams built of wood and paper. They are time travel and escape and knowledge and power. They are, simply put, the best of places. — Jen Campbell

Nothing is more difficult to exterminate than religion, no matter how false it may be. — Andreas Eschbach

Everyone dies. That is a universal constant. The only variable is how one dies. — Chris De Pavilly

It was in this situation that she penetrated as a vague shape into the existence of Thomas. Everything there appeared desolate and mournful. Deserted shores where deeper and deeper absences, abandoned by the eternally departed sea after a magnificent shipwreck, gradually decomposed. She passed through strange dead cities where, rather than petrified shapes, mummified circumstances, she found a necropolis of movements, silences, voids; she hurled herself against the extraordinary sonority of nothingness which is made of the reverse of sound, and before her spread forth wondrous falls, dreamless sleep, the fading away which buries the dead in a life of dream, the death by which every man, even the weakest spirit, becomes spirit itself. — Maurice Blanchot