Kostrubala Quotes & Sayings

The night in Lonsdale Square was cold, dark, and clear. There were two policemen in the square. When he got out of his car, they pretended not to notice him. They were on short patrol, watching the street near the flat for a hundred yards in each direction, and he could hear their footsteps even when he was indoors. He realized, in that footstep-haunted space, that he no longer understood his life, or what it might become, and he thought, for the second time that day, that there might not be very much more of life to understand. — Salman Rushdie

If Charles Lindbergh, flying with no instruments other than a bologna sandwich, managed to cross the Atlantic and land safely on a runway completely covered with French people, why are today's airplanes, which are equipped with radar and computers and individualized liquor bottles, unable to cope with fog? — Dave Barry

He kissed her for an eternity, which was fine, because heaven had eternities to burn. Then he kissed her for another. — B.J. Novak

Sometimes it feels like you're losing, but even when you're losing, you're getting something. — Eliza Dushku

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen. — Marian Keyes

oh dear, i LOVE Hollywood. but not really much like when i have a crush on someone. — Aster Argent

We're going to have to do a whole lot more, and give nature at least a chance to repair some of the damage we've done. — Gaylord Nelson

There are no arguments. Can anyone who has reached the limit bother with arguments, causes, effects, moral considerations, and so forth? Of course not. For such a person there are only unmotivated motives for living. On the heights of despair, the passion for the absurd is the only thing that can still throw a demonic light on chaos. When all the current reasons - moral, esthetic, religious, social, and so on - no longer guide one's life, how can one sustain life without succumbing to nothingness? Only by a connection with the absurd, by love of absolute uselessness, loving something which does not have substance but which simulates an illusion of life.
I live because the mountains do not laugh and the worms do not sing. — Emil Cioran