Kuscher Trumps Son Quotes & Sayings

A shock? You mean all that was just the precursor? — Marissa Meyer

The eternal gulf between being and idea can only be bridged by the rainbow of imagination. — Johan Huizinga

The way a source strains toward the light, toward the air. Its laboring work, its effort, its black passageways like despair. That's the way a poet looks for words. With muscles, gestures. — Anna Kamienska

Your thoughts and beliefs are the single most important indicator of your state of health. That is amazingly good — Christiane Northrup

The temple through which alone lies the road to that of Liberty. — James Madison

Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn't even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts. Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long six-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech - and nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives - he called them enemies! - hidden out of sight somewhere. — Joseph Conrad

Careful," he smiled, "I'm lethal. — Nely Cab

You can bend it and twist it ... You can misuse and abuse it ... But even God cannot change the Truth. — Michael Levy, Baron Levy

I would enjoy having dinner with the poet/playwright Derek Walcott. — Walter Dean Myers

William: You're just gonna have to take who I give you and deal
Paris: Like anyone would pick you over me.
William: You just wait and see. I'll have every single on of them eating out of my hand.
Paris: Only if you had one of those delicious fried Twinkies.
Strider rolled his eyes. Egotistical morons. Anyone with a set of eyes could see that Strider was the pretty one in their little three-some. — Gena Showalter

You all want to know what is my dream? Very simple. To walk along the beach, holding the hand of my lover. — Michelle Bachelet