Masterstroke Quotes & Sayings

While working at a sawmill, he slipped and fell against the whirring blade, which tore through his upper body at the shoulder, creating a hole so large that his internal organs were exposed - one witness claimed he could see the poor man's beating heart - and leaving his arm attached by just a few strands of glistening sinew. The millworkers bound the injuries as best they could and carried Lindbergh home, where he lay in silent agony for three days awaiting the arrival of a doctor from St. Cloud, forty miles away. When the doctor at last reached him, he took off the arm and sewed up the gaping cavity. It was said that Lindbergh made almost no sound. Remarkably, August Lindbergh recovered and lived another thirty years. Stoicism became the Lindbergh family's most cultivated trait. — Bill Bryson

People treat you like s*** when you're a doorman or a busboy. I licked envelopes for eight hours a day for this management company and cried half the time I was there while the managers were on the phone working. — Bobby Lee

Freud is all nonsense; the secret of neurosis is to be found in the family battle of wills to see who can refuse the longest to help with the dishes. — Julian Mitchell

I'm just a woman with a dream, and a pen. — Sai Marie Johnson

The truth was loose: I was the son of a son of a bitch, an ancestral prodigy born to clobber my way through loathsome dungheaps of idiot labor. My genes were cocked and loaded. I was a meteor, a gunslinger, a switchblade boomerang hurled from the pecker dribblets of my forefathers' untainted jalopy seed. I was Al Kaline peggin' home a beebee from the right field corner. I was Picasso applyin' the final masterstroke to his frenzied Guernica. I was Wilson Pickett stompin' up the stairway of the Midnight Hour. I was one blazin' tomahawk of m-fuggin' eel snot. Graceful and indomitable. Methodical and brain-dead. The quintessential shoprat. The Rivethead. — Ben Hamper

He was always acting, always enveloping himself in artificiality, perhaps to conceal the volcano within. — Barbara W. Tuchman

It had bred false camaraderies and drawn my attention to deep flaws and fault lines when what mattered
what matters so often in the course of everyday human life
were the surfaces and the joins. — Michael Chabon

People need to feed themselves, next they need to feed their own communities. — Wendell Berry

The masterstroke of male fraternity, I believed, was the practice of never speaking of anything remotely personal or related to one's emotions. That way, no one is ever made uncomfortable. Any such awkward moments can always be dispelled with a flurry of pretend-punches. — Lynn Coady

The best way to combat the devil — Kenneth W. Hagin

Believe for big things, dream extravagantly, expect God to do miracles and let's make His name famous across the earth. — Christian

But if we do not dream, then I think perhaps we are misusing our heads. They are not on our shoulders only to be farms for hair. — Brian Doyle

Just don't stare at my ass, Landemere," he added.
"I wasn't staring at your ass," Arranulf, who had been staring at his ass, said. — Andrew Ashling

No, as it turns out, I really like being congratulated on my weight loss. I like it so much, it's tragic. — Carrie Fisher

In the wrong hands," Leto said, "monolithic centralized power is a dangerous and volatile instrument." - "And your hands are the right ones? — Frank Herbert

Nature proceeds by blunders; that is its way. It is also ours. So if we have blundered by regarding consciousness as a blunder, why make a fuss over it? Our self-removal from this planet would still be a magnificent move, a feat so luminous it would bedim the sun. What do we have to lose? No evil would attend our departure from this world, and the many evils we have known would go extinct along with us. So why put off what would be the most laudable masterstroke of our existence, and the only one? — Thomas Ligotti

Finally, thank you, Dolly Parton. Just because. — Amy Poehler

It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him — George Meredith

Dull magic is a collection of tricks: great magic should sting. — Derren Brown