Mastromarco Law Quotes & Sayings

187. Is it a related form of aggrandizement, to inflate a heartbreak into a sort of allegory? Losing what one loves is simpler, more common, than that. More precise. One could leave it, too, as it is.
Yet how can I explain, that every time I put a pin in the balloon of it, the balloon seems to swell back up as soon as I turn away from it? — Maggie Nelson

On the one hand we publicly pronounce the equality of all peoples; on the other hand, in our immigration laws, we embrace in practice these very theories we abhor and verbally condemn. — Emanuel Celler

Being pregnant was a lot like being a child again. There was always someone telling you what to do. — Emily Oster

One of the things I've always loved about New York is there is so much precedent for ornament on industrial buildings. — Annabelle Selldorf

Are we proud and passionate, malicious and revengeful? Is this to be like-minded with Christ, who was meek and lowly? — John Tillotson

Use your heads as you live and work among outsiders. Don't miss a trick. Make the most of every opportunity. Be gracious in your speech. The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out — Paul The Apostle

If I get a week off, I'll go to a hotel that has a golf course. I like to come downstairs and go right onto the course. I'll do that five days in a row. — Lewis Black

It is the people who control the Government, not the Government the
people. — Winston S. Churchill

Be not afraid, child. Be what you are. — Matthew Woodring Stover

About a week after they had come back, a load of mail came to the island. They were the first letters the men had received in several weeks, and for a night it relieved the changeless pattern of their lives. One of the infrequent rations of beer was given out the same night, and the men finished their three cans quickly, and sat about without saying very much. The beer had been far too inadequate to make them drunk; it made them only moody and reflective, it opened the gate to all their memories, and left them sad, hungering for things they could not name. — Norman Mailer