Redresser La Quotes & Sayings

Covert action is by definition outside the ambit of democracy. — Hodding Carter III

The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away. — Cassandra Clare

The Birmingham campaign was a repeat of SCLC's 1961 campaign in Albany, Georgia, which turned out a complete failure. King was banking on being able to fill up the jails and still have recruits willing to engage in civil disobedience, shutting the system down, but the authorities simply made their jails "bottomless" by shipping detainees elsewhere. A couple years later, black residents of Albany rioted, suggesting what they thought about their experience with nonviolence (these riots are not mentioned in most chronologies of the movement). — Anonymous

The God who hates trees is the founding father of patriarchy. — John Lamb Lash

You've always been fond of understanding people too well."
"They should arrange not to be understood quite so easily. — Yasunari Kawabata

Halt snorted derisively. "Battleschool evidently isn't what it used to be," he replied. "It's a fine thing when an old man like me can sleep comfortably in the open while a young boy gets all stiff and rheumatic over it."
Horace shrugged. "Be that as it may," he replied, "I'll still be glad to sleep in a bed tonight."
Actually, Halt felt the same way. But he wasn't going to let Horace no that. — John Flanagan

It's the music that kept us all intact, kept us from going crazy. — Lou Reed

We're both serving with some of the brightest lights in Starfleet. It's easy to get lost in the shadows of their brilliance. — Kirsten Beyer

A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane's and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and soft-hued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips, where the white fringes of her drawers were like feathering of soft white down. Her slate-blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face. — James Joyce

When Mom picked me up a little after nine, I expected her to rave about my make-over. Instead, I got a lecture about how girls my age were trying to grow up too quickly and make-up should enhance one's natural beauty. Crushed, I remained silent the entire way home. — Brenda Pandos

The explanation of the propensity of the English people to portrait painting is to be found in their relish for a Fact. Let a man do the grandest things, fight the greatest battles, or be distinguished by the most brilliant personal heroism, yet the English people would prefer his portrait to a painting of the great deed. The likeness they can judge of; his existence is a Fact. But the truth of the picture of his deeds they cannot judge of, for they have no imagination. — Benjamin Haydon

I love you, Fern."
"You do?" Fern squealed.
"I do. It doesn't get better than Fern Taylor."
"It doesn't?" Fern squeaked.
"It doesn't." Ambrose couldn't help laughing at her incredulous little face. — Amy Harmon

George Bush doesn't care about black people. — Kanye West