Ransohoff Parts Quotes & Sayings

All art is contemporary, if it's alive, and if it's not alive, what's the point of it? — David Hockney

Now as you plumb out into the universe and explore it astronomically, it gets very strange. You begin to see things in the depths that at first sight seem utterly remote. How could they have anything to do with us. They are so far off and so unlikely. And in the same way, when you start probing into the inner workings of the human body you come across all kinds of funny little monsters and wiggly things that bear no resemblance to what we recognize as the human image. Look at a spermatozoon under a microscope. That little tadpole! And how can that have any connection with a grown human being. It's so unlike, you see. It's foreign feeling. And you get the creeps, a foreign feeling, about yourself ... But what we will always find out in the end when we meet the very strange thing, there will one day be the dawning recognition: Why that's me. — Alan W. Watts

I read that book 'Fat is a Feminist Issue', got a bit desperate halfway through and ate it. — Jo Brand

I don't know which is worse - that Raffe didn't jump in to defend me, or that he bet that I would lose. — Susan Ee

People think I've got a problem with the press. Actually I have no problem with the press, but just like in football there are a handful who cause problems because they're disrespectful, they're lazy, and above all - and this is what really gets to me - they haven't worked hard to get there. — Gordon Strachan

Life in this world is short. Let us make use of our lives in the pursuit of happiness and not trouble. — Tunku Abdul Rahman

People "confess" can be wildly different. I might go into the confessional and say, "Father, what is my obsession with miniatures?" — Matthea Harvey

Okay, so when you get past all the cheeseburgers and video games, life's pretty stupid. — Amber Heart

For me, religion is serious business - a farrago of authoritarian nonsense, misogyny and humble pie, the eternal enemy of human happiness and freedom. — Katha Pollitt

and love was lightning and remembrance — Charles Bukowski