Postal Department Quotes & Sayings

I am broken and no one can fix it — Jennifer Niven

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor. — Edward Hoagland

Damascus, is simply an oasis, that is what it is. For four thousand years its waters have not gone dry or its fertility failed. Now we can understand why the city has existed so long. It could not die. So long as its waters remain to it away out there in the midst of that howling desert, so long will Damascus live to bless the sight of the tired and thirsty wayfarer.
"Though old as history itself, thou art fresh as the breath of spring, blooming as thine own orange flower, O Damascus, the pearl of the East!". — Mark Twain

There's no audience to wonderfully get in your way when you're doing a single-camera anything, whether it's a sitcom or drama or film. And I do mean that in the best way. — Jim Parsons

Here I was alone, and could take my own time. In other parts of the world one always seems to be in a great hurry, tearing from one spot to the other at a gallop, but out yonder, perhaps because distances are so great, time don't seem to matter; you can jog along, breathing fresh air and enjoying the scenery and your own thoughts about women and home and hunting and booze and money and what may lie over the next hill. — George MacDonald Fraser

Poor people have poor habits. — Robert T. Kiyosaki

He that tells a secret is anothers servant.
[He that tells a secret is another's servant.] — George Herbert

Trolls are slow in the uptake, and mighty suspicious about anything new to them. — J.R.R. Tolkien

But postal inspectors also solved crimes. James Holbook's Ten Years Among the Mail Bags; or, Notes from the Diary of a Special Agent of the Post-Office Department, published in 1855, became a best seller and is thought to have helped inspire the modern detective novel, with its tales of mail robbers and malefactors who tried to use the public mails for nefarious purposes. "A mail bag is an epitome of human life,"' Holbrook wrote in the opening section of his book. "All the elements which go to form the happiness or misery of individuals--the raw material so to speak, of human hopes and fears--here exist in a chaotic state." Someone had to protect it. — Devin Leonard

Happy. Dave had suggested an impromptu road trip — Kody Keplinger

I do what I want, when I want, how I want, and because of that, it has taken me so long to grow into an adult human being. — Michelle Rodriguez

Ultimately, any character you write - no matter how fantastic or alien - is an extension of yourself. When our characters reflect the truth of our souls and psyches, they become real and compelling. The wonderful paradox is that the characters then take on lives of their own, separate from their creators. That's where the magic comes in. — J.M. DeMatteis

There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us. — Thomas Browne

I'm not an easygoing guy as a director. — Ted Kotcheff

I will not eat cakes or cookies or food. I will be thin, thin, pure. I will be pure and empty. Weight dropping off. Ninety-nine ... ninety-five ... ninety-two ... ninety. Just one more to eighty-nine. Where does it go? Where in the universe does it go? — Francesca Lia Block

Science exists, moreover, only as a journey toward troth. Stifle dissent and you end that journey. — John Charles Polanyi

A few years after you disappeared, a postal worker named Ben Carver was sentenced to death for murdering six young men. (He is a homosexual, which, according to Huckleberry, means he is not attracted to murdering young women.) Rumors have it that Carver cannibalized some of his victims, but there was never a trial, so the more salacious details were not made public. I found Carver's name in the sheriff's file ten months ago, the fifth anniversary of your disappearance. The letter was written on Georgia Department of Corrections stationery and signed by the warden. He was informing the sheriff that Ben Carver, a death row inmate, had mentioned to one of the prison guards that he might have some information pertaining to your disappearance. — Karin Slaughter