N Stroje Komunikacn Ho Mixu Quotes & Sayings

The band cannot sign to another label or even put out its own material unless they are released from their agreement, which never happens. — Steve Albini

And as much as I'd like to believe there's a truth beyond illusion, I've come to believe that there's no truth beyond illusion. Because, between 'reality' on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there's a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.And - I would argue as well - all love. Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love. Viewed close: a freckled hand against a black coat, an origami frog tipped over on its side. Step away, and the illusion snaps in again: life-more-than-life, never-dying — Donna Tartt

Good things don't come to those who wait. They come to those who agitate! — Julian Bond

There are people who seem to be on the verge of going either way, and something kicks in to support either the visual or the auditory. Maybe if you are in a rush for success you follow the one that is the most successful, and the other falls to the wayside. — Brian Chippendale

Human civilization is not something achieved against nature; it is rather the outcome of the working of the innate qualities of man. — Ludwig Von Mises

You could take me to Mass every day for the rest of my life and I'd still be the kind of guy who would finger you in the back row. — Tessa Bailey

Crawfish have ding dongs and vaginas. — Phil Robertson

Words, so much more readily remembered, gradually replace our past with their own. Our birth pangs become pages. Our battles, our triumphs, our trophies, our stubbed toes, will survive only in their descriptions; because it is the gravestone we visit, when we visit, not the grave. It is against the stone we stand our plastic flowers. Who wishes to bid good morrow to a box of rot and bones? We say a name, and only a faint simulacrum of its object forms itself (if any at all does)- forms itself in that grayless gray area of consciousness where we put imaginary maps and once heard music; where we hunt for lost articles and diagram desire. — William H Gass