Khaldun Green Quotes & Sayings

A mother who is obsessing about being thin and dieting and exercising is not going to be a very good mother. — Jane Fonda

Virtually every community in the country has legislation regulating door-to-door trade, yet telemarketers have run unchecked for years. The industry in general uses all sorts of slimy tricks to make sure you never make it to the do-not-call list. — Julie Ann Dawson

Fantastic literature has been especially prominent in times of unrest, when the older values have been overthrown to make way for the new; it has often accompanied or predicted change, and served to shake up rational Complacency, challenging reason and reminding man of his darker nature. Its popularity has had its ups and downs, and it has always been the preserve of a small literary minority. As a natural challenger of classical values, it is rarely part of a culture's literary mainstream, expressing the spirit of the age; but it is an important dissenting voice, a reminder of the vast mysteries of existence, sometimes truly metaphysical in scope, but more often merely riddling. — Franz Rottensteiner

There are only two mantras, yum and yuck, mine is yum. — Tom Robbins

The proselytizing fanatic strengthens his own faith by converting others. The creed whose legitimacy is most easily challenged is likely to develop the strongest proselytizing impulse. — Eric Hoffer

I am a huge Pistons fan. Those were some of my best times in college, watching the Detroit Pistons. — Steven Yeun

I like the brooding man - a brooding man with a sense of humor. — Maira Kalman

If God wasn't mightily amused by our humanness, I figure he'd have wiped us out a long time ago. — Jill Conner Browne

Over the years, whenever I've felt that little twinkle in the hairs on the back of my neck., as I encountered an original thought or observation in a fishing book, I've turned the corner of the page down. — Arnold Gingrich

He hymns the rotten queen with saffron hair
Who has saltier aphrodisiacs
Than virgins' tears. That bawdy queen of death,
Her wormy couriers are at his bones.
Still he hymns juice of her, hot nectarine. — Sylvia Plath