Samuel Mudd Quotes & Sayings

Words are the wings both intellect and imagination fly on. — Ursula K. Le Guin

You see, a witch has to have a familiar, some little animal like a cat or a toad. He helps her somehow. When the witch dies the familiar is suppose to die too, but sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes, if it's absorbed enough magic, it lives on. Maybe this toad found its way south from Salem, from the days when Cotton Mather was hanging witches. Or maybe Lafitte had a Creole girl who called on the Black Man in the pirate-haven of Barataria. The Gulf is full of ghosts and memories, and one of those ghosts might very well be that of a woman with warlock blood who'd come from Europe a long time ago, and died on the new continent.
And possibly her familiar didn't know the way home. There's not much room for magic in America now, but once there was room.
("Before I Wake ... ") — Henry Kuttner

My belly button is undeniable, visual proof that I'm not a separate organism, but that I am connected with the Source of life. — Ilchi Lee

any society that willfully chooses not to take care of its own doesn't deserve to be called a society at all. — Christopher DeWan

If there was no praise or criticism in the world, then who would you be? — Howard Behar

I think that if my voice for some reason changes - because your voice does change - then it's time for me not to sing. — Diana Ross

What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards! — Mary Ann Shaffer

Sam Walton was a master storyteller who used illustrative stories to reinforce his cultural standards. — Michael Bergdahl

And in it all, where did the truth end and error begin? — Jules Verne

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris. — RZA

But what you need to understand, my darling," she whispers, "is that this little taste your daughter has had is a taste of what could be. She's swallowed it. It's inside her now. — Eleanor Catton