Malufau Quotes & Sayings

Battery Park resonates with lust as the sun approaches its zenith. A primal impulse takes hold of the young couples strolling the gravel walkways, the newlyweds who have paused to admire DeModica's bronze bull, the truant teens laid out on the cool grass. Maybe because all flesh tantalizes in the early summer, in the right light, or because, at this time of year, there is more flesh exposed, midriffs, cleavage, inner thighs, the park is suddenly transformed into a dynamo of panting and groping. This desire is not the tender affection of evening, the wistful intimacy of the twilight's last gleam. It is raw, concupiscent hunger. — Jacob M. Appel

New technology also creates new occupations and requires new expertise, which further undermines the value of long experience and seasoned judgment. — Atul Gawande

I reached into the pile and pulled out a few connected chips and then was about to shove them into my mouth, when I saw what appeared to be the face of an angel sitting next to me. And, if it was in fact my actual guardian angel, then it probably would have been poor form not to offer a few chips to extend an olive branch. — Phil Wohl

Chris Ofili's suave, stippled, visually tricked-out paintings of the nineties, with their allover fields of shimmering dots and clumps of dung, are like cave paintings of modern life. They crackle with optical cockiness, love, and massive amounts of painterly mojo. — Jerry Saltz

when I waked, I cried to dream again. — Nancy Kress

I had a gypsy upbringing, so I moved around all over the place and can't remember a street I grew up on. — Vanessa Hudgens

They cast injustice and filth at the solitary one: but, my brother, if you would be a star, you must shine for them none the less on that account! — Friedrich Nietzsche

We are not bound by time. But there are things we cannot speak of because the repercussions of particular thoughts can break lives. — F.K. Preston

The secession of the Southern States, individually or in the aggregate, was the certain consequence of Mr. Lincoln's election. — Belle Boyd

She looked down at the roofs of houses and the spires of churches and the calm light over the harbour beyond them. Donal was sixteen and she thought how less certain everything would seem as the years went on for him, and how important it was for her to say nothing that might cause him to know that, since he did not need to know it yet. — Colm Toibin