Phunny Plush Quotes & Sayings

If you've done what you need to do, you need to go bury yourself, because what else are you going to do? I think that that's where life stops. — Rutger Hauer

The mountain receives our expressions and becomes part of us; we imprint our memories upon it and trust it with out dearest divisions of out lives. Mt. Rainier does not exist under our feet. Mt. Rainier lives in our minds — Bruce Barcott

We are all a sort of chameleons, that still take a tincture from things near us; nor is it to be wonder'd at in children, who better understand what they see than what they hear. — John Locke

All art is the expression of one and the same thing- the relation of the spirit of man to the spirit of other men and to the world. — Ansel Adams

Children are at heart selfish, and reasonably so, for they are programmed for survival. — Ian McEwan

Utility is the emotion pleading to be let into the house of pure reason and thereby enriching it. — Dennis Lindley

Bitcoin may be the TCP/IP of money. — Paul Buchheit

Tact is not a small thing; in the battle of life it is more powerful than a bludgeon. — Arthur Lynch

I've never sent a Tweet. I think I have an account but I don't know who runs it. I've never done one in my life. — Audrey Tautou

Only a mediocre man is always at his best, — Neil Peart

Poverty is not the simple result of bad geography, bad culture, bad history. It's the result of us: of the ways that people choose to organize their societies. — Adam Davidson

That to be free one needs constant and unrelenting vigilance over one's weaknesses. A vigilance which requires a moral energy most of us are incapable of manufacturing. We relax back into the moulds of habit. They are secure, they bind us and keep us contained at the expense of freedom. To break the moulds, to be heedless of the seductions of security is an impossible struggle, but one of the few that count. To be free is to learn, to test yourself constantly, to gamble. It is not safe. I had learnt to use my fears as stepping stones rather than stumbling blocks, and best of all I had learnt to laugh. — Robyn Davidson

Then she would be that hostess in Houston and I would be that tanned one from Florida, a small memory of chlorinated pool water, fruit juice and gin, steak raw in the middle, and hearty rhythms in the draperied twilight of the tomb-cool motel cubicle, riding the grounded flesh of the jet-stream Valkyrie. A harmless pleasure. For harmless plastic people, scruff-proof, who can create the delusion of romance. — John D. MacDonald