Mackellar Primary Quotes & Sayings

As the sea-crab swimmeth always against the stream, so doth wit always against wisdom. — Pythagoras

Consequence is no coincidence. — Lauryn Hill

Oh, the relationship with actors and managers and agents and things is a terrible problem sometimes. — John Schlesinger

If you are a magician then you can always do a lot more magic than you think you can. — Amit Kalantri

You will in the future hear me on a pop album, but that's just the experimental side of me. — Dave Lombardo

The washing-up was so dismally real that Bilbo was forced to believe the party of the night before had not been part of his bad dreams, as he had rather hoped. — J.R.R. Tolkien

There is a power in the direct glance of a sincere and loving human soul, which will do more to dissipate prejudice and kindle charity than the most elaborate arguments. — George Eliot

What I wanted to try and figure out was, okay, in contemporary 21st century life the alienation between the self and the land around you or the self and even the urban landscape. You name it. — DJ Spooky

The question now isn't whether I want to fool around with this man. The question is how I'm ever going to give it up. — Sarina Bowen

Why do we have to have violence, torture, brutality in crime dramas every time we turn on television? Any new crime drama is going to have, sooner or later, a lot of torture and nasty things that make people flinch. Lots of young people I know shrink and flinch from that kind of thing on television, so I think showing it is a mistake. — Ruth Rendell

I think New Orleans is the best city in the United States. — Erin Heatherton

How could the wind be so strong, so far inland, that cyclists
coming into the town in the late afternoon looked more like
sailors in peril? This was on the way into Cambridge, up Mill
Road past the cemetery and the workhouse. On the open
ground to the left the willow-trees had been blown, driven
and cracked until their branches gave way and lay about the
drenched grass, jerking convulsively and trailing cataracts of
twigs. The cows had gone mad, tossing up the silvery weeping
leaves which were suddenly, quite contrary to all their exper-
ience, everywhere within reach. Their horns were festooned
with willow boughs. Not being able to see properly, they
tripped and fell. Two or three of them were wallowing on
their backs, idiotically, exhibiting vast pale bellies intended by
nature to be always hidden. They were still munching. A scene
of disorder, tree-tops on the earth, legs in the air, in a university
city devoted to logic and reason. — Penelope Fitzgerald