Mezclador Quotes & Sayings

The Pre-Historic Age Ended With A Bang. This Post-Historic Age Will End With A Cumshot Of An Auto Asphyxiated Minor Celebrity — Dean Cavanagh

To me, regardless of who's in office, the government is strangled by business. And the government's priorities are dictated by business. I mean, why does America, even after healthcare reform, still not have free universal healthcare? I'm sure it has something to do with the insurance lobby. — Andrew Dominik

A lot of bands mature, which means they get square; they start delivering messages. Hey, you got a message, use Western Union. — David Lee

Need. That word had strange effects on men. Some ran when you used it. Others grew nervous. — Brandon Sanderson

Singing is my life. It has always been my life. It will always be my life. — Celia Cruz

Being here with you, smiling and laughing, it's the first time I've done that since you left that it wasn't fake. I need you back in my life. — Alison G. Bailey

I was an avid radio fan when I was a boy, as well as a great lover of comic strips. — Guillermo Cabrera Infante

I really want to be part of things from the ground up wherever possible. Not to say that I'm not open to being a gun for hire - I am, absolutely - but I really enjoy developing. — Michelle MacLaren

Perhaps it is not without reason that we attribute facility in belief and conviction to simplicity and ignorance; for it seems to me I once learned that belief was sort of an impression made on our mind, and that the softer it is the less resistant t. — Michel De Montaigne

What an amazing thing is the coming of spring to London. The very pavements seem ready to crack and lift under the denied earth; in the air is a consciousness of life which tells you that if traffic stopped for a fortnight grass would grow again in Piccadilly and corn would spring in pavement cracks where a horse had spilt his 'feed'. And the squares of London, so dingy and black since the first October gale, fill week by week with the rising tide of life, just as the sea, running up the creeks and pushing itself forward inch by inch towards the land, comes at last to each remote rock pool. — H.V. Morton