Lameck Banda Quotes & Sayings

Still a boy, no more than eighteen, with too much to live for, and too little reason to die. Cal — Victoria Aveyard

I haven't any troubles, I have some money like a gentleman of leisure, no boss, no wife, no children; I exist, that's all. And that particular trouble is so vague, so metaphysical, that I am ashamed of it. — Jean-Paul Sartre

The first object of human association [is] the full improvement of their condition. — Thomas Jefferson

As long as the people persist in voting for or against men on account of their religious views, just so long will hypocrisy hold place and power. — Robert Green Ingersoll

The uncreative mind can spot the wrong answers, but it takes a very creative mind to spot the wrong questions The question has never been: Do we have the money? The question has always been: Do we have the resources? — Jacque Fresco

We could hang around for ten years and nobody would care enough to identify us. Therein lies the horror. — Eddie Campbell

I love jazz and pop rock and country. I grew up listening to Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Def Leppard, AC/DC, Anne Murray - if I hear something really great ... I want to be a part of it. — Natalie MacMaster

Government's role should be only to keep the playing field level, and to work hand in hand with business on issues such as employment. But beyond this, to as great an extent as possible, it should get the hell out of the way. — Jesse Ventura

Home in Ireland, I went to Collins Barracks and spent some time wandering around, making notes on the various guns, knives and swords. — Sarah Rees Brennan

We are born princes and the civilizing process makes us frogs. — Eric Berne

So, the Phoenix Suns are wearing jerseys written in Spanish, made in China, modeled after their best player, Canadian Steve Nash. There you go. That is America. — Jay Leno

I thought you were going to CALL me? I call this texting ;-)

The reply came back within seconds:

I find it easier to take rejection in writing... — Karen Mahoney

But why was the room suddenly becoming so dark? It was the middle of the afternoon. With a supreme effort Giuseppe Corte, who felt himself paralyzed with a strange lethargy, looked at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was 3:30. He turned his head in the other direction and saw that the shutters, in obedience to some mysterious command, were closing slowly, blocking the passage of light. — Dino Buzzati