Maiocco Excavating Quotes & Sayings

The cockroach
who is dying
and the woman
who is blind
agree
not to notice
each other's shame. — Audre Lorde

The truth was that if the man came with a harsh past and an emptiness in his soul, she was metal to his magnet. — Bella Andre

However good a communicator a director is, unless they've been actors, it's just not the same as the shorthand you get with someone who's been an actor. — Colin Firth

My job now, as Secretary of State for Northern Ireland, is to take this process forward, and that I'm determined to do, whatever old clippings you dig out and whatever old quotes you put before me. — Peter Hain

Wonder. Go on and wonder. — William Faulkner

Friends don't let friends jump cars. — John Schneider

I feel as if I've never been touched before. — Nicola Yoon

Mary is a very well-written typical eldest child in that she puts her own needs at the forefront ... She's not as inclined to conciliate or placate. Cora is fascinated by Mary — Jessica Fellowes

I can do anything you want me to do so long as I don't have to speak. — Linda Evangelista

Yeah, you can ask that and I'll promise to do what I can do. But, Ace, since I was a kid, I had a temper. Tellin' you that don't mean I can't compromise, just means I am who I am, I know who I am, and you gotta take me as I am and learn to get over it. — Kristen Ashley

My wisdom has accumulated long like a cloud, it becomes stiller and darker. So does all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings.- — Friedrich Nietzsche

In the early 1940s, as a young teenager, I was utterly appalled by the racist and jingoist hysteria of the anti-Japanese propaganda. The Germans were evil, but treated with some respect: They were, after all, blond Aryan types, just like our imaginary self-image. Japanese were mere vermin, to be crushed like ants. — Noam Chomsky

What is our life? A play of passion.
Our mirth the music of division.
Our mother's wombs the tyring houses be,
Where we are drest for this short Comedy.
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is,
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss,
Our graves that hide us from the searching sun,
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done.
Thus march we playing to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. — Walter Raleigh

God needs blood to fix the universe, but only his own blood had enough magical power to do it, so he gave himself a body and then killed it. — Richard Carrier

The Monstrous Regiment of Women. — John Knox