Moudrys Compounding Quotes & Sayings

I heard this today and I thought this was fascinating and interesting. President Bush has two daughters, two beautiful daughters, and they may work on their father's presidential campaign after they get out of college and I thought, well, that's a pretty good move because in this economy, they won't be able to find real jobs. — David Letterman

For me, fantasy must be about something, otherwise it's foolishness... ultimately it must be about human beings, it must be about the human condition, it must be another look at infinity, it must be another way of seeing the paradox of existence. — George Clayton Johnson

The slanders of the pen pierce to the heart; they rankle longest in the noblest spirits; they dwell ever present in the mind and render it morbidly sensitive to the most trifling collision. — Washington Irving

I was always stuck in a musical no man's land. — Ritchie Blackmore

What a miracle it is, this gift of time! Little marks on paper, the children of consciousness, sent down to us through the years. — George Leonard

Look- what I'm getting at is no matter who or what you're dealing with, people build up meaning between themselves and the things around them. The important thing is whether this comes about naturally or not. Being bright has nothing to do with it. What matters is that you see things with your own eyes... There's always going to be a connection between you, Mr. Nakata, and the things you deal with. Just like there's a connection between eel and rice bowls. And as the web of these connections spreads out, a relationship between you, Mr. Nakata, and capitalists and the proletariat naturally develops.
~page 189 — Haruki Murakami

No one was ever called by God to greater suffering than God's only begotten Son. — R.C. Sproul

Ferrari never spoke to me again. He was a great man, I admit, but it was so very easy to upset him. — Ferruccio Lamborghini

There are days when I don't hear a single human voice, apart from the radio, and you know what? I quite like that. — Ruth Ware

An oblong puddle inset in the coarse asphalt; like a fancy footprint filled to the brim with quicksilver; like a spatulate hole through which you can see the nether sky. Surrounded, I note, by a diffuse tentacled black dampness where some dull dun dead leaves have stuck. Drowned, I should say, before the puddle had shrunk to its present size. — Vladimir Nabokov

[The child receives impressions like] a photographic exposure that can be developed after any interval of time and transformed into a picture. — Sigmund Freud