Monstruoso Cactus Quotes & Sayings

When I drink a Glass of water, it's thick and crawling with life. My mouth leads to the interior of my body - a caldron of disease, germs, and perversions of biology. I don't exist individually. I'm made of millions of living creatures, eating each other, decomposing, eating each other. — Michael Gira

If she hasn't learned to appreciate my sterling character and spectacular good looks by this time, it's not likely she will. — Elizabeth Peters

This morning, prompted by increasing concerns about terrorism, oil prices reached a record high as the cost of a barrel of crude is a whopping $44.34. Wow, it seems shocking that a product of finite supply gets more expensive the more we use it. Now the terror alert means higher oil prices, which oddly enough means higher profits for oil companies giving them more money to give to politicians whose policies may favor the oil companies such as raising the terror alert level. As Simba once told us: "It's the circle of life." — Jon Stewart

Part of the potential of things is how they break — Vi Hart

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so. — Ford Madox Ford

By means of all created things, without excaption, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, when in fact we live steeped in its burning layers — Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

We seek our friend not sacredly, but with an adulterate passion which would appropriate him to ourselves. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Writer is a miner; he works in the gloomy places like a miner to get the precious material. — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The warehouse cat was always the aggressor, while the attic cat was ultimately the victor, just as in politics. — Anne Frank

Remember, the grass is always greener where you don't happen to be the neighbor. — Groucho Marx

My next important discovery: Children of Hermes cannot rap. At all.
Bless his conniving little heart, Cecil Markowitz tried his best, but he kept throwing off my rhythm with his spastic clapping and terrible air mic noises. After a few trial runs, I demoted him to dancer. His job would be to shimmy back and forth and wave his hands, which he did with the enthusiasm of a tent-revival preacher.
The others managed to keep up. They still looked like half-plucked, highly combustible chickens, but they bopped with the proper amount of soul. — Rick Riordan

I was not allowed to bury her. She was incinerated with the rest. I — Peter Heller