Olmasanda Quotes & Sayings

People are not hooked on YouTube, Twitter or Facebook but on each other. Tools and services come and go; what is constant is our human urge to share. — Alfred Hermida

I'm not a born writer, and I don't enjoy writing. — Alistair MacLean

The mountains are calling and I must go. — John Muir

He has the memory of a convict, the balls of a fireman, and the eyesight of a housebreaker. When there is crime to fight, Landsman tears around Sitka like a man with his pant leg caught on a rocket. It's like there's a film score playing behind him, heavy on the castanets. The problem comes in the hours when he isn't working, when his thoughts start blowing out the open window of his brain like pages from the blotter. Sometimes it takes a heavy paperweight to pin them down. — Michael Chabon

I got to experience a world championship with some great teammates. — Kirk Gibson

When the affections so kindly break loose, Joy, is another name for Religion. — Laurence Sterne

My heart swelled until I felt as if it might take over my entire being. I had landed in heaven. This was heaven. — Julianne Donaldson

Did the memory erasure device work, Uncle?"
"The what?"
"The memory erasure device. You were testing it when I last saw you."
"Don't know what you're talking about, dear girl. — Jasper Fforde

Alec?" Mark asked. "You okay there, big guy?" The man stumbled forward, almost fell down. But he righted himself and stood up straight and tall again. Mark hadn't wanted to shine the light in his friend's face, but he felt like he had no choice. He raised the flashlight and pointed it directly at Alec. He was flushed and sweating, his eyes wide and darting back and forth as if he expected a monster to leap from the shadows at any moment. "Hey, what's wrong?" Mark asked. Alec took another laboring step forward. "I'm sick, Mark. I'm really, really sick. I need to die. I need to die and I don't wanna die for nothing. — James Dashner

I've got my own toilet." -- Grace Harper — Christine Amsden

The talents lost
the moments run
To waste
the sins of act, of thought,
Ten thousand deeds of folly done,
And countless virtues cherish'd not. — John Bowring

And no man, not even Cyprien, could chase a girl with his pants down. — Lynn Viehl

Life Without Work
To do nothing
In this day and age,
When so much pointless work
Is being produced,
Could almost be considered an achievement.
It all compares most unfavorably
With my own imaginary
Body of work. — John Tottenham

We do not live in the past, but the past in us. — Ulrich Bonnell Phillips