Rackeering Quotes & Sayings

The move to Arcata was seen by my grandparents as a journey into forgetting. — Gabriel Garcia Marquez

A mere copier of nature can never produce anything great. — Joshua Reynolds

If people were rain i was drizzle and she was a hurrican. — John Green

All human sin seems so much worse in its consequences than in its intentions. — Reinhold Niebuhr

The only question is whether you're going to do it today or tomorrow. If you keep saying you're going to do it tomorrow,
you'll never do it. You have to get on it today. — Warren Buffett

This is for you, all the women of the world
Those who lived, all who ever will
this is for your love, mine is yours
Love is fate, I am here
Because you know the meaning of life
That begins and ends with a kiss
We are knights in shining ardor, who toil for you
And our children, it's a circle
So they will know this truth
Love is the sacred gospel, all we need to know
As your son and lover, my spirit lives imbued
With, from and by your wisdom and beauty
I am here to pay honor and homage to your soul
This is and will always be my devotion
This I dedicate, because through you I become whole — Trevor McShane

You cannot be serious. You CANNOT BE SERIOUS! — John McEnroe

The rivalry is with ourself. I try to be better than is possible. I fight against myself, not against the other. — Luciano Pavarotti

Patria o muerte! Motherland or death! Cuba si, yanqui no! — Ken Follett

I think the foundation at Berkshire [Buffett's stake in Berkshirewill pass to the Buffett Foundation upon his death] will be a plus because there will be a continuation of the culture. We'd still take in fine businesses run by people who love them. — Charlie Munger

They went down the list of every known charge conceivable to man - rackeering, skimming, kickback, ticket scalping. fixing fights, preordaining fights, vitaiting officials, corrupting judges, all the way down to laundering money. Everything but the Lindbergh baby. — Don King

I think. I write. I am. — Himmilicious

And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine. — Oscar Wilde