Pyromaniac Fireworks Quotes & Sayings

Men are lonely and out of communication with one another because all their inventions speak only of death. Death is the automaton which rules the world of activity. Death is silent, because it has no mouth. Death has never expressed anything. Death is wonderful too
after life. — Henry Miller

In a real sense all life is inter-related. All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be ...
This is the inter-related structure of reality. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Actually, the sea pirates who had the most to do with the creation of the new government owned human slaves. They used human beings for machinery, and, even after slavery was eliminated, because it was so embarrassing, they and their descendants continued t think of ordinary human beings as machines. — Kurt Vonnegut

If you start to just aim for what the audience wants to hear, you're already hamstrung because you don't have any freedom. — Andy Richter

Sometimes I do 'So Desperate' solo in the middle of the set. I really love to sing that song. — John Darnielle

I think when I'm 80 years old, 85, hopefully, I'll be pushed around in a wheelchair by a red-headed nurse with panty outline. She'll make me little tequila sunrises and I'll read my complete works then. Then, I'll decide whether I think I've done something good or not. I'll reserve my judgment until then. — Tom Robbins

Every scar in my face is worth it. — Joyce Carol Oates

The giver measures his gift with one yardstick, and the receiver measures it with another. — Laura Huxley

There is one court whose findings are incontrovertible, and whose sessions are held in the chambers of our own breast. — Hosea Ballou

Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall
die. — William Shakespeare

Cocoon

Wrap yourself in a cocoon of warmth where loving thoughts reside with tender graces. Create your own peace. Hold to it fast. Always. — Ron Cooper

After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone, curtained with fine-spun, moonlit gloom, while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind. — L.M. Montgomery