Leiningen Clojure Quotes & Sayings

Freedom and whores are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun. — Georg Buchner

I may be irresponsible but I am a good irresponsible. — Nicholas Sparks

And no one moans: there is no anguish. Only our nocturnal silence when we crawl on all fours toward the fires that someone has lit for us at a mysterious hour and with incomprehensible finality. We're guided by fate, though we've left nothing to chance. A writer must resemble a censor, our elders told us, and we've followed that marvelous thought to its penultimate consequence. A writer must resemble a newspaper columnist. A writer must resemble a dwarf and MUST survive. If we didn't have to read too, our work would be a point suspended in nothingness, a mandala pared down to a minimum of meaning, our silence, our certainty of standing with one foot dangling on the far side of death. Fantasies. Fantasies. In some lost fold of the past, we wanted to be lions and we're no more than castrated cats. Castrated cats wedded to cats with slit throats. — Roberto Bolano

He had been in me. He had been in me and I had been in him, together in an infinite space, and there had been no spot where he ended and I began. — Anonymous

I was running an assembly line designed to build memory chips. I saw the microprocessor as a bloody nuisance. — Andy Grove

Remember, I have a Ph.D. in English literature. — Henry Louis Gates

Christ before me, Christ behind me,Christ in me ... — Saint Patrick

My experience in childhood and adolescence of the subordinate role played by the female in a society run entirely by men had convinced me that I was not cut out to be a wife. — Rita Levi-Montalcini

I'm a normal consumer but try to do the best I can. I try to buy locally, and I mostly avoid supermarkets. — Imelda May

The downside of being a dean is that I'd rather drop off my son at (Michael Jackson's) Neverland Ranch than go to all those meetings. — Ergun Caner

I want to be intoxicated by the darkened ether of midnight, running through my fingers as sparkling stardust. I crave the taste of the ocean's salty tears, as her temperamental tides crash and break against the rocks. I yearn for the sweet scent of sun on my skin and the earthy musk of dirt giving way under my bare feet. I want to lay naked in golden fields, as i gaze up at an endless sky, dreaming my dreams, as Mother Nature's love washes over me like spiritual sunshine. — Jaeda DeWalt