Pfister Ladera Quotes & Sayings

I really think I shall commence chapter forty-four," he said, patting his hands together. "I shall commence, I think, with a slight exaggeration and go on from there into an outright lie. Constance, my dear?"
"Yes, Uncle Julian?"
"I am going to say that my wife was a beautiful woman. — Shirley Jackson

For the last eight years, American policy toward Iraq has been based on the direct threat Saddam poses to international security. That threat is clear. Saddam's history of aggression leaves little doubt that he would resume his drive for regional domination and his quest for weapons of mass destruction if he had the chance. — Sandy Berger

Gentle time will heal our sorrows. — Sophocles

Smartass Disciple: Master, tell me what is it beyond this universe ?
Master of Stupidity: No 'space' in no 'gravity'. No 'thing' in spaceless. — Toba Beta

Too much liberty leads both men and nations to slavery. — Marcus Tullius Cicero

No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be. — Isaac Asimov

My dark days made me strong. Or maybe I already was strong, and they made me prove it. — Emery Lord

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives. — Melina Marchetta

The real world reveals itself like surprise gifts on our doorstep, special moments that seem above and beyond the reality of others. These times are full, beautiful and meaningful beyond words, even when wrapped in pain. — Christopher Hawke

To forgive an oppressor is oppression upon the oppressed. — Umar

Jewish voters are not one homogenous block. — Ken Livingstone

We have to be on offense against terrorists, that we have to make it bipartisan, that it isn't about being a Democrat or a Republican. It's about being an American. — Rudy Giuliani

I am drawn to the mystery of marriage. You can never know what the contract is between two people, and that is a very strong subject. I think it may be my subject. — Mike Nichols

Funny, that no one had ever asked what had happened to the dishes, the scraps, the crumbs in the photographs, on the poster. — Anna Quindlen