Makhila Quotes & Sayings

For Gore 2000, I was a formal campaign adviser: contrary to RNC mythology, my brief was not 'wardrobe,' but rather policy on women's issues, and messaging. I was also married to a Clinton speechwriter, and observed the message decision-making process from the perspective of a spouse. — Naomi Wolf

Luck always favors the comely. — Richard Schickel

I don't see why someone should lose their life just so you can have a snack. — Russell Brand

Maybe it's just PEBCAK." "What the hell is that?" Kat asked. Heath and I answered at the same time. "Problem exists between chair and keyboard." "It's a common term in IT," I added. — Brenna Aubrey

A tired exclamation mark is a question mark. — Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. — Oscar Wilde

I have the sexiest, sweetest, most amazing boyfriend on the planet who's not afraid to kick his ass if he gets out of line. — Beth Ehemann

The roots of apple were to build computers for people, not for corporations. The world doesn't need another dell or compaq. — Steve Jobs

If you enjoy reading something, read it. — S.E. Hinton

I stood for a while the way I had the first time they left, letting all the knots of fear unclench. Nothing had happened, I told myself. I am perfectly okay. He was just a creepy, horny, not-nice man, and now he's gone. But then I shoved my tent back into my pack, turned off my stove, dumped the almost-boiling water out into the grass, and swished the pot in the pond so it cooled. I took a swig of my iodine water and crammed my water bottle and my damp T-shirt, bra, and shorts back into my pack. I lifted Monster, buckled it on, stepped onto the trail, and started walking northward in the fading light. I walked and I walked, my mind shifting into a primal gear that was void of anything but forward motion, and I walked until walking became unbearable, until I believed I couldn't walk even one more step. And then I ran. — Cheryl Strayed

The concierge was a snapper who was over the hill and down a disused mine-shaft. Her hair was every bit as natural as a parade goose-stepping down the Wilhelmstrasse, and she'd evidently been wearing a boxing-glove when she's applied the crimson lipstick to her paperclip of a mouth. — Philip Kerr

Ironclads and Maxim guns must be the ultimate arbiters of metaphysical truth. — Bertrand Russell

And it is silence that she hears, the silence of lost years that have no voice left in them. — Rose Tremain

At the population level, making the world more just and less unequal, while trying to figure out the toxic aspects of the urban environmental will probably help prevent a lot of psychosis. — Richard Bentall