Kessenich Looms Quotes & Sayings

Social Media is a shared delusion of grandeur. — Michael P. Naughton

One can never have enough socks — J.K. Rowling

Any kind of person can be a scientist. — Maria Klawe

The Peacekeepers had a tradition that every problem had a solution. It was a nice slogan. Wasn't true, but it sounded good. — Jack McDevitt

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest in the nurse's office? I know it'd be a tight fit, but it would be sort of perfect. — Robyn Schneider

Mostly, as I said, a desire to do a bit of good, and the quaint notion that this is what we signed up for, this is the business that we have chosen. — Christiane Amanpour

Britain's Advisory Committee on Dangerous Pathogens had lately reclassified herpes B into biohazard level 4, placing it in the elite company of Ebola, Marburg, and the virus that causes Crimean-Congo hemorrhagic fever. National — David Quammen

Creativity demands nothing less than all you have. Talent alone is never enough. — Erica Jong

Honda did not necessarily cling to the historical school of law, which was influenced by nineteenth-century romanticism, nor to the ethnic school. The Japan of the Meiji era, indeed, needed a nationalistic type of law, one that had its roots in the philosophy of the historical school. But Honda's concerns were quite different. He had first been intent on isolating the essential principle behind all law, a principle which he felt must exist. — Yukio Mishima

The staircase was a mass of rotting wood, carved with such cruel-looking mermaids that Mr. Jelliby was afraid to put his hand on the banister. — Stefan Bachmann

Lailah, always remember that you are light that bring illumination to many people across the world. — Lailah Gifty Akita

To take a single step beyond the text would be to take possession of a boundless field of power. — Thomas Jefferson

I went through all my twenties thinking that I wasn't good enough. — Delta Burke

Everything seemed to grow blacker as I sat there, except for the fireflies whose tiny pulsing lights drew arcs through the dark summer air. On off . . . on off . . . on off . . . on off. The longer I stared, the dizzier I got, until I felt as if the world was tipping and pitching me forward down the mountainside into the long throat of the night. — Ruth Ozeki