Musselmans Unsweetened Quotes & Sayings

We're like an alarm clock and the rest of the world is sleeping. - Brandy Wine from GUT-CHECK GREEN. — Peter Prasad

I want people to follow their dreams, yes ... but I'm not interested in telling young black kids how to be rappers ... I want to show them that there's so many other paths you can take, besides a rapper or basketball player. — J. Cole

When girls feel bad about their looks, 60 percent avoid normal daily activities like raising their hand in class or even going to the doctor. That means that girls do not show up for life when they don't feel good enough or pretty enough. A role model can help girls see beauty as a source of confidence, not anxiety. — Mandy Moore

He knew Muhammad Iffat was of Turkish descent and stubborn as a mule. — Naguib Mahfouz

And when I look into his eyes there's a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home. — Rebecca James

You think it's...like a prank. Like the time you and the guys soaped all the windows at the high school or rolled the football coach's car to the park and left it on top of the teeter-totter. What did you do, stay up late with a six-pack of beer, jerking off to porn, and then think I should put Caroline up here? — Robin York

Educational system in America is not as good as in China. You may be an idiot. It is hard to tell with you white people. — Kate Danley

And I don't know, you're at that age, if a bunch of grownups are telling you something or encouraging you, it just ... it started to feel real. That Ben had molested me, because otherwise, why were all these adults trying to get me to say he had? And my parents would be all stern: It's OK to tell the truth. It's OK to tell the truth. And so you told the lie that they thought was the truth. — Gillian Flynn

Whether by chance conjunction or not, the "wind-up bird" was a powerful presence in Cinnamon's story. The cry of this bird was audible only to certain special people, who were guided by it toward inescapable ruin. The will of human beings meant nothing, then, as the veterinarian always seemed to feel. People were no more than dolls set on tabletops, the springs in their backs wound up tight, dolls set to move in ways they could not choose, moving in directions they could not choose. Nearly all within range of the wind-up bird's cry were ruined, lost. Most of them died, plunging over the edge of the table. — Haruki Murakami