Rocinante Pronunciation Quotes & Sayings

Stupidity is doomed,
therefore, to cringe
at every syllable
of wisdom. — Heraclitus

Because the blues is the basis of most American music in the 20th century. It's a 12-bar form that's played by jazz, bluegrass and country musicians. It has a rhythmic vocabulary that's been used by rock n' roll. It's related to spirituals, and even the American fiddle tradition. — Wynton Marsalis

If it weren't for rock'n'roll, I wouldn't be a designer — Tommy Hilfiger

Liberation technology creates wealth, and open-source technology creates wealth. In both instances the 'center of gravity' for dramatic change toward resilience and sustainability is the human brain mass of five billion poor
the one billion rich have failed to 'scale.' The human brain is the one unlimited resource we have on Earth. — Robert David Steele

I derive no pleasure from prosecuting a man, even though I know he's guilty; do you think I could sleep at night or look at myself in the mirror in the morning if I hounded an innocent man? — Jim Garrison

With what we spent in Iraq we could build nuclear power plants and space solar power satellites and tell the Arabs to drink their oil. — Jerry Pournelle

I spent 12 years doing different things in film trying to figure out the story I wanted to tell. — Nicholas Jarecki

There's nothing pretty about ice. Ice grows nothing. But we've got this in our minds that we've got to make everything cold. — Don Young

Or give your child a piggyback during leg exercises, or even your girlfriend or your wife (though not both at the same time - that could be trouble). — Mark Lauren

I will not stop in our efforts to hunt down and kill the terrorists. — John F. Kerry

Humans fear there are no miracles. Aurans know everything is one. Aroll, jioth master, Libellula city. — Taylor Grace

I blaze with a deep sullen magic, smell lust like a heron on fire; all words I form into castles then storm them with soldiers of air. What I seek is not there for asking. My armies are fit and well trained. This poet will trust her battalions to fashion her words into blades. At dawn I shall ask them for beauty, for proof that their training went well. At night I shall beg their forgiveness as I cut their throats by the hill. My navies advance through the language, destroyers ablaze in high seas. I soften the island for landings. With words, I enlist a dark army. My poems are my war with the world. I blaze with a deep southern magic. The bombardiers taxi at noon. There is screaming and grief in the mansions and the moon is a heron on fire. — Pat Conroy

Imperfection would get me farther than perfection. — Richelle Mead