Markison Fish Hatchery Quotes & Sayings

When you start to bore yourself and others, that's when you begin to get old. — Martha Albrand

Church is a place where you get to practice what it means to be human. — James Luther Adams

Ours was the age of enlightenment, he said, when the battle cry was, 'We must know, we shall know!', and reason would depose superstition and we be liberated by it. — Claire Robertson

Lacey.." If it was supposed to be a protest it was a weak one. It was more groan than warning — Amy Andrews

Comedy springs from the ludicrous; but the ludicrous is stuck in the muck of reality, resolutely hostile to what is impossible. — Cynthia Ozick

I've always been very, very supportive of fan cultures. I'm a fan of all kinds of things. — David Slade

Ideas are the greatest and most crucially practical power on earth. — Ayn Rand

Here is the life you have tried to throw away. Here is your second chance. Here is the destiny you have tried to shake off by inventing a hundred false roles, a hundred false identities for yourself. It will look at first like disaster, but is really good fortune in disguise, since fate too knows how to follow your evasions through a hundred forms of its own. Now you will become at last the one you intended to be. — David Malouf

You want waffles?" I tried to keep the skepticism from my voice. "No firstborn or a pot of gold?"
"I'm not a leprechaun, Sam. And what would I do with a baby?" Her eyebrow shot back up, and she crossed her arms. "I want waffles. Take it or leave it."
I glanced at Brid, who was staring at Ashley shrewdly.
"Let's talk numbers," she said. "Are we talking, like, twenty waffles all at once? Or a waffle a week for six months? What?"
"Every day for two years," Ashley said.
"That's outrageous," Brid sputtered. — Lish McBride

Exams test your memory, life tests your learning; others will test your patience. — Fennel Hudson

There is no such thing as a nonpolitical speech by a politician. — Richard M. Nixon

I once dreamed a whole short story. Wrapped in its peculiar atmosphere, as if draped in clouds, I walked entranced to my desk at about 4 A.M. and typed it on to the screen. — Hilary Mantel

Crossing the floor, he grabbed Syn's hair and wrenched his head back. Blood poured from a cut above one eye and out of his nose and mouth. "Tell me where the chip is, rat."
"Still on the old block?"
Furious at yet another smart-ass retort, he kidney-punched him.
Tensing with the blow, Syn sucked his breath in between his bloodied teeth and grimaced. "Who taught you to hit? Your grandmother?" He narrowed that demented dark glare on him. "The only person you're going to scare with that is a three-year-old girl."
-Uriah & Syn — Sherrilyn Kenyon