Pasenow Quotes & Sayings

Can't you improvise? You know, make some loud pounding noises or cause the outer walls to bleed? — Jeaniene Frost

IN the year 1888 Herr von Pasenow was seventy, and there were people who felt an extraordinary and inexplicable repulsion when they saw him coming towards them in the streets of Berlin, indeed, who in their dislike of him actually maintained that he must be an evil old man. Small, but well — Hermann Broch

Israelis are a mix of North African, Levantine, and Eastern European, which inflames the politics but does amazing things for the women. — Kenneth Cain

Remote control. Ingenious contradiction of terms. Fits like a handshake. Aims like a gun. — Roger Rosenblatt

The human form is a microcosm of the universe. All that supposedly exists outside us in reality exists in us. The world is in you and can become known in you, as you. — Jean Klein

The things of the world fell by the wayside, you lost your speed and your eyesight and your fucking Electric Boogaloo, but literature was eternal, — Stephen King

I find a very guilty pleasure in dark themes and vibes, and finding where the transcending nature of awareness meets this darkness. — Mike Scheidt

They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum. — Joni Mitchell

The uniform is that which we do not choose, that which is assigned to us; it is the certitude of the universal against the precariousness of the individual. When the values that were once so solid come under challenge and withdraw, heads bowed, he who cannot live without them (without fidelity, family, country, discipline, without love) buttons himself up in the universality of his uniform as if that uniform were the last shred of transcendence that could protect him against the cold of a future in which there will be nothing left to respect. — Milan Kundera

A friend. What is a friend, in a world where any friend may be a lover at a new phase of the moon? Not I, locked in my virility: no friend to Therem Harth, or any other of his race. Neither man nor woman, neither and both, cyclic, lunar, metamorphosing under the hand's touch, changelings in the human cradle, they were no flesh of mine, no friends; no love between us. — Ursula K. Le Guin

To money, the finest linguist in the world! — Minna Antrim

I like that Barack got that job. — Hannibal Buress