Masoez Quotes & Sayings

In the end, though, I did not kill my sister. She did it all on her own.
Or at least this is what I tell myself. — Jodi Picoult

The Western world is having an identity crisis. — Marianne Williamson

I'd eat a human foot if it was smothered in enough cheese and butter. — Jenny Lawson

How much in this world is charged to chance or fortune, or veiled under a more devout name, and accorded to Providence; while, when we come to look honestly into affairs, we find it to be a debt of our own accumulation, and one which we must inevitably pay. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin

England, where no one has guns: 14 deaths. United States ... 23,000 deaths from handguns. But
there's no connection ... — Bill Hicks

A baby is expected. A trip is expected. News is expected. Forgetfulness is expected. An invitation is expected. Hope is expected. But memories are not expected. They just come. — Giannina Braschi

But then, it was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly. A — Kristin Cashore

I open my eyes
To my own mistake
I see all around me
Hands getting raized
And Questions remain
Silent ... — Tom Folsom

a huddle of robot sheep bleating their terror with mechanical lungs of a hundred horsepower. — Sinclair Lewis

I will give up my belief in evolution if someone finds a fossil rabbit in the Precambrian. — John B. S. Haldane

We love a tale of heroes and villains and conflicts requiring a neat resolution. — Barry Ritholtz

It is obvious to any observer that in every western country the increase of importance of public schools has been at least coincident with the relaxation of older family ties. — John Dewey

I came home every Friday afternoon, riding the six miles on the back of a big mule. I spent Saturday and Sunday washing and ironing and cooking for the children and went back to my country school on Sunday afternoon. — Ida B. Wells

One night I begged Robin, a scientist by training, to watch Arthur Miller's 'Death of a Salesman' with me on PBS. He lasted about one act, then turned to me in horror: 'This is how you spend your days? Thinking about things like this?' I was ashamed. I could have been learning about string theory or how flowers pollinate themselves.
I think his remark was the beginning of my crisis of faith. Like so many of my generation in graduate school, I had turned to literature as a kind of substitute for formal religion, which no longer fed my soul, or for therapy, which I could not afford ... I became interested in exploring the theory of nonfiction and in writing memoir, a genre that gives us access to that lost Middlemarch of reflection and social commentary. — Mary Rose O'Reilley

Unfortunately, on one or both of my shoulders sits lots of anxiety and that is a controlling factor in my life. — Lars Von Trier