Mitkova Quotes & Sayings

The better the artist, the more vulnerable he seems to be. — Al Alvarez

If mysterious means a bunch of freaks being brought together by a freak car-accident, then, yes, God does vork in mysterious vays' declared the eldest Russian Doll. — Jonathan Dunne

What argument is left with someone you love if she is willing to break your heart? — Mark Helprin

I don't understand American football at all. It looks like all-in wrestling with crash helmets. — Sting

My analyses and conclusions differ diametrically from those of the Southern Research Institute/National Cancer Institute report wherein it is concluded that amygdalin 'does not possess activity in the Lewis lung carcinoma system.'. My analysis of the data is that it is overwhelmingly positive. — Dean Burk

The dictum that Science and its offspring, technology, are "value free," that is, "quality free," has got to go. — Robert M. Pirsig

The effort, diligence, and care required in practicing must be quickly suspended when pressure coming from anxiety or a desire for fast results causes them to degenerate. — Paul Caponigro

(Snarl sent me candy! Oh, how I might love him!) — Rachel Cohn

The South must put aside the illusion that she will one day be accepted as an equal in this Northern-dominated union. The South must put aside the illusion that the current government is the legitimate outgrowth of the original American Constitutional Republic. These illusions are used by our conquerors to bind the South to this unequal union. — James Ronald Kennedy

Centralization of society's vital services in giant computer centers, reservoirs, nuclear power plants, air- traffic control centers, 100-story skyscrapers, and government compounds increases its vulnerability ... choosing his targets, today's saboteur could pollute a city's water supply, dynamite power transmission towers, cripple an airport control center, destroy a corporate or government computer center. — Anatol Rapoport

Our voices sound kinder in the skin of our own language. — Melina Marchetta

and slip my arm over her shoulders. She fits under me just perfectly. "I — Winter Renshaw

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb. — Horace