Margershtern Quotes & Sayings

If the bell of intolerance tolls for one, it tolls for all. — Henry Seidel Canby

When I first started out, I got criticism for the way I looked. I think, now, it's a good thing because, why would you want to look like everyone else? — Sophie Ellis-Bextor

I didn't say the meat was tough. I said I didn't see the horse that is usually outside. — W.C. Fields

We're gonna release a studio album probably a year from now and we've got these recordings that we did with Coco Taylor and Johnny Johnson, who was Chuck Berry's piano player. — James Young

I secretly understood: the primitive appeal of the hearth. Television is - its irresistible charm - a fire. — John Updike

There are no manners left in America at all, because all you're doing is kicking the person next to you so that you can consume more, see more, and get more. — James Purdy

David!" Xander yelled, because he had to yell something. His eyes snapped back to the figure in the upstairs doorway, but it was gone. "What do you want?" David asked.
"I ... were you just upstairs?"
"I haven't looked up there yet."
"But I just saw you up there. — Robert Liparulo

There was certainly a space I felt for me, don't complain about it not being there, make it. — Erol Alkan

I will work on Invincible until I am made to quit. — Robert Kirkman

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become ... at least they have one. — Joe Abercrombie

When I walk in love, I am not so caught up in how I feel, but I care more about what is going on in the lives of others than what is going on in mine. — Joyce Meyer

I want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter.
Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned's little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue. — George R R Martin

Process improvement programs are like teaching people how to fish. Strategy maps and scorecards teach people where to fish. — Robert S. Kaplan