Mileswide Quotes & Sayings

Better, perhaps, to dress like a whore around the clock and thus achieve a fully integrated personality. — Chris Kraus

When I see people laughing at ideas and companies we have backed, I smile. It means we are going to make a lot of money on that investment. — Fred Wilson

Maybe the point isn't whether or not you become a moth or a butterfly. Maybe the point is that, either way, you've got wings. — Autumn Doughton

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

For a life to be fully yielded, it must wrestle the impossible and win. — Eric Ludy

There's a point where anecdotal evidence becomes truth — Temple Grandin

In fact, you couldn't even be sure that everything you had assumed to be an expression of your black, unfettered self
the humor, the song, the behind-the-back pass
had been freely chosen by you. At best, these things were a refuge; at worst, a trap. Following this maddening logic, the only thing you could choose as your own was withdrawal into a smaller and smaller coil of rage, until being black meant only the knowledge of your own powerlessness, of your own defeat. And the final irony: Should you refuse this defeat and lash out at your captors, they would have a name for that, too, a name that could cage you just as good. Paranoid. Militant. Violent. Nigger. — Barack Obama

One of the hardest parts of my job is to connect Iraq to the war on terror. — George W. Bush

When I turned to climb the third wave, I saw at my feet a small leaf, perhaps an inch long, pointed, withered to bright chestnut but still smooth. It was supported above the soil in the grey points of short grasses which did not bend beneath its weightlessness. It was curved in all three planes. Fibrous veins displayed its structure. It was quite still. And as I watched its stillness spread; first to me. I wanted not to move by a hair's breadth. Lest the bond between it and me should break. The stillness spread to the grass around us. It encompassed the hill. The beech wood became attendant on it. The whole valley slowly filled with it. The leaf, and I its participant, had drawn the mileswide landscape into an attentive, breathless synthesis ... there was no movement, no sound and no distinction or identifying of parts in all that had been there united. For there was no 'I' that gazed ... through that tiny gateway I became one with what was boundless. — Geoffrey Vickers

Historical awareness is a kind of resurrection. — William Least Heat-Moon