Pizzerias Nearby Quotes & Sayings

This is the antinomy: insofar as we believe in morality we pass sentence on existence. — Friedrich Nietzsche

The difference when you have kids comes up when someone wants to meet you out after 9:30 at night. You consider that giant sacrifice. You're like, Do I do this? Do I stay out until 10:30 and be angry, all of tomorrow? — Adam Sandler

I've always used songwriting as a way to help me organise reality. — Jason Mraz

The more one endeavors to sound the depths of his ignorance the deeper the chasm appears. — Amos Bronson Alcott

When does someone love you enough to put you before himself? Had I done so with Michiko? — Deborah Baldwin

Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakespeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Writing's funny, it's like walking down a hall in the dark looking for the light switch, and suddenly you find it, flip it on, and then you discover the hallway you passed through is papered with the novel you've written. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Refusing! And she is after me with a broom, trying to sweep my rotten carcass into the open. Why, shades of Gregor Samsa! Hello Alex, goodbye Franz! "You better tell me you're sorry, you, or else! And I don't mean maybe either!" I am five, maybe six, and she is or-elsing me and not-meaning-maybe as though the firing squad is already outside, lining the street with newspaper preparatory to my execution. — Philip Roth

I get excited when fantasy football season's coming. This guy gets excited when war season's coming. — Paul Rieckhoff

You don't seem to realise, that in married life three is company and two is none. — Oscar Wilde

I think it's kind of difficult to write a good Christmas song because you have a narrow framework of references that you have to work within, and at the same time you want to do something that's personally original and hopefully somewhat unique. — John Oates

But to give him anything to drink was impossible, or would have been so had not the landlord bored a reed, and putting one end in his mouth poured the wine into him through the other; all which he bore with patience rather than sever the ribbons of his helmet. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra