Milbury Hockey Quotes & Sayings

Jesus cannot be just liked. His claims make us either kill him or crown him. — Timothy Keller

But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he. — Virginia Woolf

Most would probably call it a dumb idea, but considering my wants it was a good idea. — S.A. Tawks

People think there is something wrong with Mike(Milbury). But there's method in his madness. — Scott Lachance

Why do we put up with it? Do we like to be criticized? No, no scientist enjoys it. Every scientist feels a proprietary affection for his or her ideas and findings. Even so, you don't reply to critics, Wait a minute; this is a really good idea; I'm very fond of it; it's done you no harm; please leave it alone. Instead, the hard but just rule is that if the ideas don't work, you must throw them away. — Carl Sagan

Screw the Rangers, and screw the Devils; I work for the Islanders now, and I could care less about them! — Mike Milbury

I don't like being mediocre. I won't be. — Mike Milbury

They are each good when they are out, and each bad when they are in. — Will Rogers

We've made a final offer. We hope Ziggy Palffy will come to his senses. We have NO hope his agent will. — Mike Milbury

It's always good to have the building filled - even if it's with low-IQ Rangers fans. — Mike Milbury

Poets and children," said Sylvan. "We are the same really. When you can't find a poet, find a child. Remember that. — Patricia MacLachlan

She thought it funny how the poor environment had been raped just fine until there was a sufficient excess of the people who had effected the raping to produce sufficient numbers of themselves who were sufficiently idle that they might begin to protest the raping of the environment, which was irretrievably lost to the raping by that point.
And this would be the great soothing cathedral music, the stopping of the chainsaws amid the patter of acid rain, that all good citizens would listen to for the quarter-century it took them all to wire up to cyberspace and forget about the lost hopeless run-over gang-ridden land, reproducing madly still all the while, inside their bunkers listening to NPR. — Padgett Powell

When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, in wonder, love and praise. — Joseph Addison

He's a gutless puke, that's what Travis Green is. That's why he doesn't wear an Islander uniform any more. — Mike Milbury