Moskovskaya Borzaya Quotes & Sayings

You can spread your soul over a paddy field, you can whisper to a mango tree, you can feel the earth between your toes and know that this is the place, the place where it begins and ends. But what can you tell to a pile of bricks? The bricks will not be moved (page 87). — Monica Ali

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish. — Milan Kundera

Easy," Case said, forcing himself to catch up with the striding figure. "Gotta do this right." Maelcum halted, turned, glowering at him, the Remington in his hands. "Right, mon? How's right?" "Got Molly in there, but she's out of it. Riviera, he can throw holos. Maybe he's got Molly's fletcher." Maelcum nodded. "And there's a ninja, a family bodyguard." Maelcum's frown deepened. "You listen, Babylon mon," he said. "I a warrior. But this no m' fight, no Zion fight, Babylon fightin' Babylon, eatin' i'self, ya know? But Jah seh I an' I t' bring Steppin' Razor outa this." Case blinked. "She a warrior," Maelcum said, as if it explained everything. "Now you tell me, mon, who I not t' kill. — William Gibson

You allow others to weave your world. It's almost as if you don't have control of yourself. — Jack Thanatos

We feel in one world, we think and name in another. Between the two we can set up a system of references, but we cannot fill in the gap. — Marcel Proust

If you don't think drugs have done good things for us, then take all of your records, tapes and CD's and burn them. — Bill Hicks

Revolutionists have a spiritual philosophy of their own, on the strength of which they face gallows and without a wink stare in the eyes of death. — Gopal Godse

We have to look at our history and realize that if they pretend to be our friend it's because they've got something up their sleeve, — Christine O'Donnell

When I was a schoolgirl my safe haven was a place at the uninhabited part of my parents' house. I used to climb up to the large windowsill that was facing a spreading plum-tree in the garden. Reading books, or penning my own stories, diaries and poems, it was especially fun to rest there during the warmer seasons of the year with an open window, when the tree was all covered with tender, odorous blossom in spring, and with rich purple fruitage in summer. — Sahara Sanders

His will cannot be neutral or 'free' to act contrary to his nature. — Charles Spurgeon