Peices Of Leather Quotes & Sayings

The maximalist demand of a complete ban on weapons, and the 'incremental steps' towards disarmament are both jammed. Will advancing IHL help both of these processes? — Jonathan Granoff

You cannot force a dry well to yield water. — Matshona Dhliwayo

No, I will not join your Civil War reenactment troupe. — Aaron A.A. Smith

You're prone to mood swings."
Mood swings? he stopped halfway down the steps. "Women have mood swings. Not men. — Nalini Singh

As a director and an actor, I encourage improvisation but in character and in the moment of what it is. — Billy Crystal

The truth doesn't matter. It only matters what the people believe. — Victoria Aveyard

Socrates affirmed that only that which the reader already knows can be sparked by a reading, and that the knowledge cannot be acquired through dead letters. — Alberto Manguel

You cannot be serious! — John McEnroe

The leader can never close the gap between himself and the group. If he does, he is no longer what he must be. He must walk a tightrope between the consent he must win and the control he must exert. — Vince Lombardi

Christian apologists who argue that a story about an empty tomb is convincing evidence of a resurrected body are likely unfamiliar with Occam's razor, which states that among competing hypotheses, the hypothesis with the fewest assumptions should be selected. They assume that the most likely explanation is miraculous resurrection through some unproven divine connection, but more likely scenarios include a stolen body, a mismarked grave, a planned removal, faulty reports, creative storytelling, edited scriptures, etc. No magic required. — David G. McAfee

'Top Chef' is a very smooth-running machine. All the people working there are incredibly professional and absolutely at the top of their game. — Toby Young

This is the worst idea in the history of ideas, yet I can't stop myself from nodding. — Denise Grover Swank

Removing a pebble is sometimes enough to change a destiny. — Samuel Sagan

As McMasters raised the shotgun, the man removed his glasses. There were fields of stars where his eyes should have been. But they weren't reflections of the night sky. These stars were a glimpse of a dim and distant future where the very laws of physics had been reduced to relics of a forgotten age. Feeble as dying embers, they were the palsied mourners at time's wake.
McMasters could hear the ultimate silence and feel the biting cold of the one true void. The promise of the eternal nothing beckoned to him. There was a sort of peace in the death it represented, not the death of mind and body but of shape and form. It was the final revelation, the casting off of life's illusion in favor of the void's embrace.
from Riders of the Necronomicon — James Pratt

The back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels. — Marian Keyes