Salo Pasolini Quotes & Sayings

Images are the currency of our age, but it's a toss-up whether live in a time of abundance or debasement. — Douglas McCulloh

Shoeburyness n. The vague uncomfortable feeling you get when sitting on a seat which is still warm from someone else's bottom. — Steven Pinker

The best literary device I got from my people was their talk, rough, earthy, salty speech that starts dancing on me sometimes, crying on me other times whether I like it or not. — Mairtin O Cadhain

I want to know what I want. For in setting forth — Esther Hicks

It's troubling for me as a Catholic to be at odds with the church. — Andrew Cuomo

So sad "Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior" the series ended open and it was made in 2011 and it ended in 2011! — Deyth Banger

There is a cowardly propensity in the human heart that delights in oppressing somebody else, and in the gratification of this base desire we always select a victim that can be outraged with safety. — James T. Rapier

If you got a good imagination, a lot of confidence and you kind of know what you are saying, then you might be able to do it. I know a lot of colorful characters at home that would make great actors. — Jason Statham

English fiction was something I loved growing up, and it changed my life - it changed the trajectory of my life. — Zadie Smith

For a long time, I have been making many predictions, far in advance, of events since come to pass, naming the particular locality. I acknowledge all to have been accomplished through divine power and inspiration. — Nostradamus

Call me more things. Call me yours. — Leah Raeder

I have come to recognize that being trustworthy does not demand that I be rigidly consistent but that I be dependably real ... Can I be expressive enough as a person that what I am will be communicated unambiguously? — Carl Rogers

School did prepare a young person for life, but never in the ways parents expected. — Emma Jane Holloway

Fog rolls between the blackened trees.
Reminds me of hell, actually.
I pull away from Tucker, shivering.
God, I need therapy, I think.
Right. As if I can picture telling my story to a shrink, stretched out on a sofa talking about how I'm part angel, how all angel-bloods have this purpose we're put on earth to fulfill, how on the day of my purpose I happened to bump into a fallen angel. Who literally took me to hell for about five minutes. Who tried to kill my mother. And how I fought him with a type of holy light. Then I had to fly off to save a boy from a forest fire, only I didn't save him. I saved my boyfriend instead, but it turns out that the original boy didn't need saving, anyway, because he's part angel, too.
Yeah, somehow I have a feeling that my first visit to a therapist would end up with me in a straitjacket getting comfy in my new padded cell. — Cynthia Hand