Pankratz Endocrinologist Quotes & Sayings

I feel happy to terrify kids. — R.L. Stine

Not only is bowhunting fun and a real challenge, but it's good for you. The exercise in the fresh air, the chance to get away from everyday pressures and problems, a return to the basic relationships between man and his environment. — Fred Bear

The Captains of Industry have always counseled the rest of us "to be realistic." Let us, therefore, be realistic. Is it realistic to assume that the present economy would be just fine if only it would stop poisoning the air and water, or if only it would stop soil erosion, or if only it would stop degrading watersheds and forest ecosystems, or if only it would stop seducing children, or if only it would stop buying politicians, or if only it would give women and favored minorities an equitable share of the loot? — Wendell Berry

Without peace and without the overwhelming majority of people that believe in peace defending it, working for it, believing in it, security can never really be a reality. — King Hussein I

I thought I wanted to be degraded, but I wanted to be degraded with love. You wanted me to talk during sex and what came out was, "You hate me. — Fiona Helmsley

My songwriting process, and maybe loads of other people's, is just this sort of smashing together of emotions and stuff to make some music. It's kind of simple and really complex at the same time and, as you can see, incredibly hard to explain. — James Bay

The most powerful women in Sachaka and all you do is waste time gossiping and matchmaking — Trudi Canavan

The true worth of a race must be measured by the character of its womanhood. — Mary McLeod Bethune

It didn't stop me from believing we might have had a chance though. — S.C. Stephens

You feel touched and honored and alive when you give to someone. — Daphne Zuniga

I really haven't seen this many people in one place since they took group photographs of all the criminals and lawbreakers in the Ronald Reagan administration. — George Carlin

He lay there shaking in the light of the red lamps, in a silent hall, alone with his triumph, unable to move and bleeding to death. — Scott Lynch