Oekeboeleke Quotes & Sayings

Every time that you read a book that is worth anything, the author has put everything they know into that book; so when you read that book, you eat their life. You kind of go up a level; so if you read 50 books, you've lived 50 lifetimes.
CBC interview Q with Jian Gomeshi Sept.23, 2014 — Caitlin Moran

A professional sex therapist." Gabe moved out into the hall. "Guess I should show some respect. They do say it's the oldest profession. No, wait, maybe I've got that mixed up with another line of work. — Jayne Ann Krentz

To love is to undress our names. — Octavio Paz

We know the Arts are the archives of our human history, the wind of invention and the heartbeat of humanity — Natasha Tsakos

Somebody must show that the Afro-American race is more sinned against than sinning, and it seems to have fallen upon me to do so. — Ida B. Wells

This is how [the] sport has contributed to my personality, toughness and discipline. I have a plan, and I work on it. I was going to add [the] before the word sport since I thought was either a typo or a problem translating what she said, but then I thought it made sense without it too , so I left it as is. Just know that that's not a typo on my part. — Svetlana Khorkina

All activities and events that a body is to go through are determined at the time of conception. — Ramana Maharshi

I don't watch a lot of other basketball away from the gym. But I do look at LeBron's box score. I want to see how many points, rebounds and assists he had, and how he shot from the field. If he had 30 points, nine rebounds and eight assists, I can tell you exactly how he did it, what type of shots he made and who he passed to. — Kevin Durant

The deeper we dig into our field the more we know about its details — Sunday Adelaja

It's not that I've been dishonest, it's just that I loathe reality. — Lady Gaga

Be tempted by so easy a way of ending my life. I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it. And all this befell — Leo Tolstoy