Mutabilis Shrub Quotes & Sayings

I have been the last space marine between earth and an alien invasion. I really just don't need to go there anymore. — Warren Spector

Happiness is the most magical thing in this world the amount of which remains the same, even after distributing it amongst innumerable unhappy people. — Munia Khan

[...] That's Beethoven's fifth...
Da da da dum!
Heh heh. That's morse code, y'know.
Uh, morse code?
Hmm. It's morse code for the letter "v". — Alan Moore

Whatever we have of this world in our hands, our care must be to keep it out of our hearts, lest it come between us and Christ. — Matthew Henry

Biggest Denial God Has Ever Made : The Love
Of My Life! — Petra Hermans

When you vote, you are exercising political authority, you're using force. And force, my friends, is violence. The supreme authority from which all other authorities are derived. — Robert A. Heinlein

I have a policy of not saying anything negative about anything another magician does. — Doug Henning

One's story isn't a skin to be shed - it's inescapable, one's body and blood. You go on pumping it out till you die, the story veined with the themes of your life, the ever-recurring story that's at once your invention and the invention of you. — Philip Roth

Care for her. He was unworthy of such a gift. Unworthy of her blind trust and her sparkling, slightly crooked smiles, let alone her heart. But he wanted her, selfish fool he was and had always been. Care for her? Ah, God, she consumed him. — V.S. Carnes

I have always had tremendous respect for my sister as an artist, as a woman, and now as a mother. — Solange Knowles

You are totally at the mercy of nature in this country, mate. It's just a fact of life. — Bill Bryson

Q. How is the turn signal used in Florida? A. It is used to indicate to other motorists that you do not realize your turn signal is blinking. — Dave Barry

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. — George Gordon Byron

The ripe, the golden month has come again, and in Virginia the chinkapins are falling. Frost sharps the middle music of the seasons, and all things living on the earth turn home again ... the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of the old October. — Thomas Wolfe

In art, and maybe just in general, the idea is to be able to be really comfortable with contradictory ideas. In other words, wisdom might be, seem to be, two contradictory ideas both expressed at their highest level and just let to sit in the same cage sort of, vibrating. So, I think as a writer, I'm really never sure of what I really believe. — George Saunders