Pinky Pondering Quotes & Sayings

I find geriatric prodigies much more interesting than child prodigies — David Mitchell

Mycelium is Earth's natural Internet. — Paul Stamets

We need to return and go forward to the understanding that there is God in all living things, not more in men than women, and not more in humans than in nature. To believe otherwise is only an excuse for dominating women and nature. — Gloria Steinem

I remember him. Jaxton only knew I existed long enough to take the piss out of me. He certainly never liked me." Roman sighed, giving his side of the story, though it was a slanted
one. Only three people knew the real story; him, Jaxton and Ben, and it was far from the tale of bully and victim that Jaxton kept telling people.
"Yeah, that's what he said," Thayer agreed, with a laugh.
Roman wasn't even surprised. Disappointed, but never surprised. — Elaine White

Developing and maintaining integrity require constant attention. John Weston, chairman and CEO of Automatic Data Processing, Inc., says, "I've always tried to live with the following simple rule: Don't do what you wouldn't feel comfortable reading about in the newspapers the next day." That's a good standard all of us should keep. — John C. Maxwell

I remember my dad asking me one time, and it's something that has always stuck with me: 'Why not you, Russ?' You know, why not me? Why not me in the Super Bowl? — Russell Wilson

A profile was visible against the dull monochrome of cloud around her; and it was as though side shadows from the features of Sappho and Mrs. Siddons had converged upwards from the tomb to form an image like neither but suggesting both. — Thomas Hardy

The entire world is my temple, and a very fine one too, if I'm not mistaken, and I'll never lack priests to serve it as long as there are men. — Desiderius Erasmus

If you try to do that which is not 'our' duty [the Self's duty], it will create interference. — Dada Bhagwan

And because she jumped, our world began — Emily Henry

The more closely the author thinks of why he wrote, the more he comes to regard his imagination as a kind of self-generating cement which glued his facts together, and his emotions as a kind of dark and obscure designer of those facts. Reluctantly, he comes to the conclusion that to account for his book is to account for his life. — Richard Wright