Ludington Quotes & Sayings

I was asked: "Why did you stop writing?" I would not know any more than I would know why I started writing. Try not to be as obtuse as you are. — William S. Burroughs

We all need a daily checkup from the neck up to avoid stinkin' thinkin' which ultimately leads to hardening of the attitudes. — Zig Ziglar

Oloch who entered my soul early. Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body. Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy. Moloch whom I abandon. Wake up in Moloch.. Light streaming out of the sky.
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! Invisible suburbs! Skeleton treasuries! Blind capitals! Demonic industries! Spectral nations! Invincible madhouses! Granite cocks! Monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven.. Pavements, trees, radios, tons. Lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us. — Allen Ginsberg

Because of our sacred regard for each human intellect, we consider the obtaining of an education to be a religious responsibility. — Russell M. Nelson

Anyone not shocked by quantum mechanics has not yet understood it. — Niels Bohr

Tension is the great integrity. — R. Buckminster Fuller

I went from really hating my body, to disliking it, to accepting it but not exactly liking it, then accepting it and liking it, and now I love it. — Jenni Schaefer

Some of the dead are too useful for sympathy
The past we own exists on stone and white paper. — Janet McAdams

There is a serious discrepancy between what we really wants, and what we usually do to get what we think we want. What we really want is to fill the hole inside and become complete, and what we do is look for success and growth outside. — Ilchi Lee

Some people make a difference, some people make you different. — Saleem Sharma

Acting is a lot easier than people think it is. — Alexander Payne

My exploits are nothing now to the average person. — David Bailey

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. — Stephen Crane

The bayou came out in her voice more than it ever had before, and it sounded like an invitation to spend the night floating down a lazy canal together under the starlit night. — Christine Feehan