Karasev Alexander Quotes & Sayings

Wherefore art thou, Romeo? — William Shakespeare

In reality, time and space exist in you. You do not exist in them. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

[Nietzsche thinks artists undersexed]:
"Their vampire, their talent, grudges them as a rule that squandering of force which one calls passion. If one has a talent, one is also its victim; one lives under the vampirism of one's talent."
Friedrich Nietzsche, as quoted in Camille Paglia's "Sexual Personae — Camille Paglia

A man's bread and butter is only insured when he works for it. — Marcus Garvey

How could I be mad? I got to sleep with a kitten. — Diana Rowland

Perhaps none of us were actually made to live a hurried life. Perhaps a desire to live slowly and intentionally resonated deeply in the core DNA of just about all of us. — Tsh Oxenreider

I think everyone is introduced to the Peter Pan story when they're very young. Everyone has read the book and watched the Disney film and all that. — Charlie Rowe

I live right in front of my daughter. I have a little house right in front of her because I can stay in touch. It's like a little commune, and it's very nice, because you can be close. I can see my granddaughter. I live very close to my brother, too, and my son. We're a very close family. — Debbie Reynolds

She seemed, poor woman, to imagine that the French and the Martians might prove very similar. — Mary Shelley

They gave me a second opportunity and 45 years later I'm still here. — Tony Oliva

People are probably always buried where we're standing. — Kim Culbertson

Kind looks, kind actions, kind words, and a lovely, holy deportment towards them will bind our children to us with bands that cannot easily be broken; while abuse and unkindness will drive them from us, and break asunder every holy tie that should bind them to us and to the everlasting covenant in which we are all embraced. — Brigham Young

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream.
"Leo!" Jason was shaking his shoulder. "Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?"
Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena's hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.)
He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face.
"Nothing," he muttered. "we were just cuddling. Um, what's going on? — Rick Riordan