Petrocci Shoes Quotes & Sayings

The salient feature of America in the Age of Obama is a failed government class institutionally committed to living beyond its means, and a citizenry too many of whom are content to string along. — Mark Steyn

Bad sex is a fuckin' myth, like a goddamned legendary creature in some fuckin' sappy fairytale. — Jenn Cooksey

She was a dead girl having the worst panic attack shed ever had. Not because she was afraid of dying, but because she knew that she would never live again. — Tonya Hurley

[On generating controversy] Heat sells better than light. — Jen Lawrence

The past was a minefield about which few maps seemed to agree. And why should that surprise me? It's a big place.
p. 30 — Danilo Kis

Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter what happens. — Garth Nix

Comedy is a group activity, a verbal orgy. — Chris Rock

The incredible thing about children is they're unified in their body, whereas we can be very disunified. We can say one thing and feel another. And — Krista Tippett

For business owners, there are many important documents to learn to read. One of the most important is the profit and loss statement, known as the P&L, and the balance sheet. — Darren L Johnson

I am fascinated by the evolution of language, and how local versions diverge to become dialects like Cornish English and Geordie and then imperceptibly diverge further to become mutually unintelligible but obviously related languages like German and Dutch. The analogy to genetic evolution is close enough to be illuminating and misleading at the same time. When populations diverge to become species, the time of separation is defined as the moment when they can no longer interbreed. I suggest that two dialects should be deemed to reach the status of separate languages when they have diverged to an analogously critical point: the point where, if a native speaker of one attempts to speak the other it is taken as a compliment rather than as an insult. — Richard Dawkins

That is what they say I said when they found me in the blackness after three hours; found me crouching in the blackness over the plump, half-eaten body of Capt. Norrys, with my own cat leaping and tearing at my throat ... When I speak of poor Norrys they accuse me of a hideous thing, but they must know that I did not do it. They must know it was the rats; the slithering, scurrying rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that race behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats in the walls. — H.P. Lovecraft