Makaruk Slawomir Quotes & Sayings

According to a new survey, people who get divorced die early. People who stay married live longer. The difference is they just wish they were dead. — David Letterman

I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man. — Anna Quindlen

In a nutshell, we are shocked by cybercrime, but also expect to be shocked by it because we expect it to be there, but - confusingly - we appear to be shocked if we are not shocked (if we don't find it)! — David S. Wall

Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment. — Jean Baudrillard

All men are selfish, brutal and inconsiderate
and I wish I could find one. — Shulamith Firestone

The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. Instantly we know whose words are loaded with life, and whose not. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

We don't like to kill our unborn; we need them to grow up and fight our wars. — Marilyn Manson

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me. — Jeaniene Frost

The Chelsea has changed. It's not like it was." It had been gentrified, they said, domesticated, tamed like the whole neighborhood, which, since the mid-90s, had turned distinctly upscale. The greasy diners were gone, replaced by uniform Starbucks. The boarded-up storefronts were now upscale spas. The neighborhood dives were now exclusive nightclubs replete with guest lists and doormen who turned the "wrong" people away. Everyone was saying the hotel, the neighborhood, all of Manhattan, had sold out. — James Lough

Looking around, do you see ruins? That was to be expected. He who lives in the world of words does not get along with things. — Sergei Dovlatov

He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom. — Anton Chekhov