Rykoszet Quotes & Sayings

A little playful banter never hurt - or did it? - Emma — Martha Sweeney

It was the joy of your life to know Clark Gable. He was everything good you could think of. He had delicious humor, he had great compassion, he was always a fine old teddy bear. In no way was he conscious of his good looks, as were most other men in pictures at that time. Clark was very unactorly. — Joan Blondell

Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences. — Ernest Hemingway,

there is no class that cannot be wiped out if a sufficient number of its members are murdered. — Hannah Arendt

My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous mass
of post-human organic circuitry.
Cyperpunk is my mother tongue.
My love is a man-machine interface gun. — Yann Rousselot

But if the brain is not like a computer, then what is it like? What kind of model can we form in regard to its functioning? I believe there's only one answer to that question, and perhaps it will disturb you: there is no model of the brain, nor will there ever be. That's because the brain, as the constructor of all models, transcends all models. The brain's uniqueness stems from the fact that nowhere in the known universe is there anything even remotely resembling it. — Richard Restak

You cannot defend human rights without fighting religious fanatics - regardless of one's own religious experience - it is unavoidable. Why? Because they are the ones who take issue with how other people live their lives instead of minding their own business. — Christina Engela

We need to contact NSA, CIA, anybody using initials... and the President! — J.C. Allen

I always like hair being a little messy because I think there's something appealing about the whimsy of putting on a gown with any hair or make-up - just stepping into it, and you're ready. — Blake Lively

The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other. — Elie Wiesel

I wasn't home. Home wasn't that bed and that pain. Home didn't hurt. There were no strangers who hid their faces or their voices from me. Home held no secrets. — Josin L. McQuein