Pagus Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

This is the hardest thing I've ever done. The rehab has not gone as expected. — Jennifer Capriati

Good science fiction is intelligent. It asks big questions that are on people's minds. It's not impossible. It has some sort of root in the abstract. — Nicolas Cage

The zeal of the stupid in her, Chris began turning pages as if it were the winter solstice gift catalog, earmarking pages and cooing in delight at the new possibilities. — Kim Harrison

I had not truly realized how done in I was until I was reclining in the tub, Colin slumped behind me with his chin resting atop my head. — Anonymous

IF U WANT TO KICK THE TIGER ASS BECAREFULL OF HIS TEETH FIRST. — David Baldacci

I've always been a tech-head. — Nolan Bushnell

You can't be creative and still be a good girl. — Erica Jong

The hardest thing in practice is finding enough time to think about design. — John McAslan

The videos are sometimes the only way for people across the country and different places to see and hear the music. They may not get the same radio stations or they don't get the same TV channels, they don't have the same MTV that plays the same music. People will use to the Internet and that's why YouTube and stuff like that is so important. — Kid Ink

The major cause of problems are solutions — Eric Sevareid

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me? — Karen Marie Moning

Patriotism and religion are the only two motives in the world which can permanently direct the whole of a body politic to one end. — Alexis De Tocqueville

It would be so simple to allow children, when tired of sitting, to rise, and when tired of writing, to desist, and then their bones would not be twisted. — Maria Montessori

Someone, somewhere, had tied up the darkness, he thought as he went: the bag of darkness had been tied at the mouth, enclosing within it a host of smaller bags. The stars were tiny, almost imperceptible perforations; otherwise, there wasn't a single hole through which light could pass.
The darkness in which he walked immersed was gradually pervading him. His own footfall was utterly remote, his presence barely rippled the air. His being had been compressed to the utmost - to the point where it had no need to forge a path for itself through the night, but could weave its way through the gaps between the particles of which the darkness was composed. — Yukio Mishima