Karol Ladd Quotes & Sayings

What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die? — Ashleigh Brilliant

Being true to our beliefs - even when doing so isn't popular, easy, or fun - keeps us safely on the path that leads to eternal life with our Heavenly Father. — Ann M. Dibb

Homo sapiens is about pattern recognition, he says. Both a gift and a trap. — William Gibson

Our success is a direct result of knowing how to market a brand and having the right people representing the brand. — Greg Norman

when,' is not something you ask someone when the bodies of their aunt. uncle. friends. first love. cannot be found. — Nayyirah Waheed

Writing is easy, good writing is hard and excellent writing is hard work. — G.H. Guzik

At last Anne was at home again, and happier than any one in that house could have conceived. All the surprise and suspense, and every other painful part of the morning dissipated by this conversation, she re-entered the house so happy as to be obliged to find an alloy in some momentary apprehensions of its being impossible to last. An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of every thing dangerous in such high-wrought felicity; and she went to her room, and grew steadfast and fearless in the thankfulness of her enjoyment. — Jane Austen

The first thing they do to you when you go into New-Path," Charles Freck said, "is they cut off your pecker. As an object lesson. And then they fan out in all directions from there."

"Your spleen next," Barris said.

"They what, they cut -- What does that do, a spleen?"

"Helps you digest your food."

"How?"

"By removing the cellulose from it."

"Then I guess after that --"

"Just noncellulose foods. No leaves or alfalfa."

"How long can you live that way?"

Barris said, "It depends on your attitude."

"How many spleens does the average person have?" He knew there usually were two kidneys.

"Depends on his weight and age."

"Why?" Charles Freck felt keen suspicion.

"A person grows more spleens over the years. By the time he's eighty --"

"You're shitting me. — Philip K. Dick