Ruedebusch Development Quotes & Sayings

If [the shooting of Gabby Giffords in] Tucson tells us anything at all, it tells us this: Government has failed. — Wayne LaPierre

The next time you find yourself on the receiving end of a conversation assault, take a moment to have a little self-compassion. Remember that other introverts share your slow-talking tendencies, your hatred of small talk, and your disdain for the phone. — Michaela Chung

FAUSTUS. To have fooled the philosopher.
MAGUS. One finds, in my profession, sir, the greater the intellect, the more ease in its misdirection.
FAUSTUS. One finds the same in mine. — David Mamet

If you cry 'forward', you must without fail make plain in what direction to go. — Anton Chekhov

Stupid girls run upstairs, stupid girls run upstairs," she's saying to herself, turning to pull Ben with her up the aluminum steps, Billie Jean just feet behind them — Stephen Graham Jones

If you are a man of prayer, existence appears as God, as personal. If you are a man of meditation, existence is impersonal, just a wholeness, a divineness. For the man of prayer there is God; for the man of awareness there is godliness but no God. — Rajneesh

At any rate, after five years Surak came out of the wilds, took a small apartment in the capital, near his parents' house, and began to write for the information networks. — Diane Duane

Jane: "St John dresses well. He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes and a Grecian profile."
Rochester:(Aside) "Damn him!" (To me) "Did you like him, Jane? — Charlotte Bronte

Genre, to me, is not all that important, and it never has been. — Amos Lee

You will find it easier to accept contrary views, knowing that you are not defined by anything or anyone external to yourself. — Wayne Dyer

Well, it's not a disaster, is it? Man, too, comes to his end, and here we are making a fuss about a clay pot! — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Writers no longer work in solitude, crafting meaningful and elegant prose. No. They have to spend most of their time selling themselves on the fucking internet. Blogging and tweeting and updating their bloody Facebook pages and their wretched narcissistic websites. — Mal Peet