Rubberized Quotes & Sayings

Among all the wise people of the nations and among all their kingdoms, there is no one like You. Jeremiah 10:7 — Beth Moore

If we exchange one dollar, we both have one dollar each. But if we exchange one good thought, we both have two good thoughts — Abraham Lincoln

I'm what you'd call a regular guy with a big job. — John Boehner

Nothing is so important in war as an undivided command. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Reading the [The Verso Book of Dissent] is like encountering the best version of our angry selves. — Jonathan Messinger

The cushions of my friend's couch were some kind of rubberized velour, the windows were uncurtained, and at five a.m. the birds were all atwitter and the light, the L.A. light everyone goes on and on about, was right in my East Coast eyes. Give me New York any day, I thought. But when New York came, it was with fangs and claws, in a nightmare I now woke from screaming. — Garth Risk Hallberg

If somebody says to you, 'MTV,' you think of Mick Jagger on a phone screaming at that phone: 'I want my MTV.' That, to me, was always the epitome of great advertising. — George Lois

Here's what an e-reader is. A battery operated slab, about a pound, one half-inch thick, perhaps an aluminum border, rubberized back, plastic, metal, silicon, a bit of gold, plus rare metals such as columbite-tantalite (Google it) ripped from the earth, often in war-torn Africa. To make one e-reader requires 33 pounds of minerals, plus 79 gallons of water to produce the battery and printed writing and refine the minerals. The production of other e-reading devices such as cell phones, iPads and whatever new gizmo will pop up (and down) in the years ahead is similar. "The adverse health impacts from making one e-reader are estimated to be 70 times greater than those for making a single book," says the Times. Then you figure that the one hundred million e-readers will be outmoded in short order--to be replaced by one hundred million new and improved devices in the years ahead that will likewise be replace by new models ad infinitum, and you realize an environmental disaster is at hand. — Bill Henderson

Numinous aura) - which balcony means that even the worst latex slip-and-slide off the steeply curved cerebrum's edge would mean a fall of only a few meters to the broad butylene platform, from which a venous-blue emergency ladder can be detached and lowered to extend down past the superior temporal gyrus and Pons and abducent to hook up with the polyurethane basilar-stem artery and allow a safe shimmy down to the good old oblongata just outside the rubberized meatus at ground zero. — David Foster Wallace

Humanity will never truly evolve until personal responsibility becomes the norm. — Marty Rubin

A friend of mine urged me to see my pain as an opportunity. And since the same psychic that contacted Dion Fortune had told me that I was a "teacher" - she didn't mean at Columbia, she meant in the spiritual sense - I decided my affliction was the universe telling me that it was time to stop writing fiction and become the spiritual guru I was clearly meant to be. — Heidi Julavits

I've always wanted to hunt another human being for sport, even though I know his fear will taint the taste of the meat. — Catherine Zeta-Jones

...carved dolls stick to the rules. — Steve Aylett

My #1 driving force is my lord and savior Jesus Christ. Also my family, my wife and children. — Manny Pacquiao

My theory is that men are no more liberated than women. — Indira Gandhi

You sell your own wares,then.Are you clever at it?"
Shelby lifted her wine. "I like to think so." Tossing her hangs out of her eyes, she turned to Alan. "Would you say I was clever at it, Senator?"
"Amazingly so," he returned. "For someone without any sense of organization, you manage to work at your craft,run a shop,and live precisely as you choose."
"I like odd compliments," Shelby decided after a moment. "Alan's accustomed to a more structured routine. He'd never run out of gas in the freeway."
"I like odd insults," Alan murmured into his wine.
"Makes a good balance. — Nora Roberts

Ok is there anyone here who isn't injured?" She let the silence last a bit longer theatrically, then laughed. "Why are we still here?" Nods of confusion and one derisory snort later she laughed again. "Ok are we or are we not frakking commonwealth soldiers? Have we or have we not survived repeated balls ups throughout all of our careers." One wolf whistle and a lot of nods. "Are we going to give up. — Steve Merrick