Muselet Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

Prepare yourself for some bad news: Ronald Reagan's library just burned down. Both books were destroyed. But the real horror: He hadn't finished coloring either one of them. — Gore Vidal

It is better to reveal a weakness than allow oneself be suspected of a vice. — Denis Diderot

This myth of meritocracy and equal opportunities encourages individualism over collective action, because when people believe this myth, they obviously see no need for protest movements around particular classes or identities, such as the Women's Movement or the Civil Rights workplace, education or in their personal lives, they are more likely to blame themselves, rather than sexism, racism, class oppression or homophobia; concepts which in current society are often seen as out of date. This type of blame even applies to experiences of actual violence or harassment with too many people believing that it is their fault if they are sexually harassed in the workplace or at school, abused by a partner or are a victim of sexual violence. Our society encourages this view, and in turn, that keeps people isolated and alone, rather than providing them the opportunity to get involved in collective struggles against such common experiences. — Finn Mackay

Cambodia wanted no part of SEATO. We would look after ourselves as neutrals and Buddhists. — Norodom Sihanouk

I love hotel rooms, so I take pictures of the room and the way out and the lobby, the food and drink. — Geoffrey Zakarian

...I have always had an excellent brake system, a gift for choosing the anticlimactic over the irrevocable every time. — Jana French

Voting Tory will cause your wife to have bigger breasts and increase your chances of owning a BMW M3. — Boris Johnson

I can't imagine cutting my wrists in Pokheepsie — William Gaddis

You're beautiful." Blake said hello as he'd said goodbye.
"You said that already," Livia mouthed over the banging music.
Blake just shrugged. He flashed Livia a shy smile and held out the pink napkin to her. He'd turned it into a beautiful, perfect rose bud with a single leaf. Livia took the rose from his hand and turned it over carefully. He'd pinched tiny thorns into the paper stem. Livia put it to her nose as if to smell it. She realized he was waiting.
"You're beautiful," Livia mouthed. She would have hugged the rose if it weren't so delicate. She hugged him instead.
With her ear so close, Blake was able to murmur into it. "May I have this dance? — Debra Anastasia