Rabassada Quotes & Sayings

There ain't no grammatical errors in a non-literate society. — Marshall McLuhan

A year ago it would have torn me up, leaving a body behind as we sped away along the interstate. Now I was just glad it was him and not me who was lying in the woods. I was a terrible Christian and a decent survivalist. — Charlaine Harris

I know a lot of very stable gay couples. — Condoleezza Rice

To assume that I and I alone have all the answers is to eventually find myself entirely alone without any answers. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

Who we listen to determines what we hear. Where we stand determines what we see. What we do determines who we are. — Robert McAfee Brown

You are the drop,and the ocean
you are kindness,you are anger,
you are sweetness,you are poison.
Do not make me more disheartened.
you are the chamber of the sun,
you are the abode of venus,
you are the garden of all hope.
Oh, Beloved, let me enter. — Rumi

Years of research in psychology has shown that rewards and punishments can be very effective in changing behavior. But, at the same time, they can create an addiction to rewards and punishments. — Barry Schwartz

It makes little sense to spend a month teaching decimal fractions to fourth-grade pupils when they can be taught in a week, and better understood and retained, by sixth-grade students. Child-centeredness does not mean lack of rigor or standards; it does mean finding the best match between curricula and children's developing interests and abilities. — David Elkind

I'm not an expert, but I want to be. — Ben Nicholson

Quality is like quantity, but there's a lot less of it. — Suzan-Lori Parks

If a journalist calls you a racist, chances are, all other journalists will call you a racist. — Greg Gutfeld

She did not look like an orphan, said the wife of the Oriel don, subsequently, on the way home. The criticism was a just one ... Tall and lissom, she was sheathed from the bosom downwards in flamingo silk, and she was liberally festooned with emeralds. Her dark hair was not even strained back from her forehead and behind her ears, as an orphan's should be. Parted somewhere at the side, it fell in an avalanche of curls upon one eyebrow. From her right ear drooped heavily a black pearl, from her left a pink; and their difference gave an odd, bewildering witchery to the little face between. — Max Beerbohm

These are the fifties, you know. The disgusting, posturing fifties. — Hannah Arendt

I don't write every day. I write when I want to write. — Claudia Rankine