Pasquinelli Tax Quotes & Sayings

If I have to worry about the ants I crush beneath my feet, I couldn't even walk around — Kentaro Miura

The other thing that I started doing for myself was, I went through my diary of ideas that I keep and made sure that the translation of the comic to the movie was good. — Guillermo Del Toro

It is the people, and not the judges, who are entitled to say what their constitution means, for the constitution is theirs, it belongs to them and not to their servants in office - any other theory is incompatible with the foundation principles of our government. — Theodore Roosevelt

Never stop searching. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Sometimes I can even pick up messages intended for other aethographors." He frowned a moment. "Story of my life, if you think about it. — Gail Carriger

Our true self is made manifest in love. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Often, I get the feeling that the story is really happening somewhere and all I'm doing is trying to work out the best way to tell it. — Garth Nix

You can't build a substantial V out of turtles! — Dr. Seuss

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts. — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

Nowadays I know the true reason I read is to feel less alone, to make a connection with a consciousness other than my own. — Zadie Smith

No one ever mentions this in stories about time travel. You identify and locate your destination, defy the laws of physics to get there, somehow manage to avoid as many as possible of the huge number of hazards History has littered around the place, manage not to lose or break your very expensive equipment, you're poised to record the History-changing event of your choice, and then you find you can't bloody get in. On — Jodi Taylor

The thick stream of air hauled toward the summits
first the great horses of noise reared against the sky
then sluggishly the great limp octopus of smoke
a derisory spitter injecting the night with
the insolent perfume of a citronella lamp
and a wind swept down on the islands
to be riddled by the suspect violence of the locusts ... — Aime Cesaire

So here's how it went in God's heart: The six or seven or ten of us walked/wheeled in, grazed at a decrepit selection of cookies and lemonade, sat down in the Circle of Trust, and listened to Patrick recount for the thousandth time his depressingly miserable life story-how he had cancer in his balls and they thought he was going to die but he didn't die and now here he is, a full-grown adult in a church basement in the 137th nicest city in America, divorced, addicted to video games, mostly friendless, eking out a meager living by exploiting his cancertastic past, slowly working his way toward a master's degree that will not improve his career prospects, waiting, as we all do, for the sword of Damocles to give him the relief that he escaped lo those many years ago when cancer took both of his nuts but spared what only the most generous soul would call his life.
AND YOU TOO MIGHT BE SO LUCKY! — John Green