Savastanos Quotes & Sayings

Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick ... — Cate Tiernan

DeBlass's eyes darted left and right. His breathing grew hard and fast.
"My client does not acknowledge ownership of the weapon in question."
"Your client's scum."
The lawyer puffed up. "Lieutenant Dallas, you're speaking of a United States Senator."
"That makes him elected scum. — J.D. Robb

But, inevitably, as he [Kierkegaard] approaches what wemight call his Christocentric climax many readers drop off. Many scholars just leave that part of his authorship alone. — George Pattison

But who needed fists when I could kill using just my mind? — John Southcross

There are two days in the year that we can not do anything, yesterday and tomorrow — Mahatma Gandhi

An unhappy life is a life not lived. — Dennis Prager

I'm very cautious about talking about how actors got where they got, as though there is in fact a plan or a way. There is no plan, there is no way, there's no sure set, there's no handbook, on how to get to be an actor. — Peter Jurasik

I already shot my wad on the Protestants! — Gene Siskel

The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve. — Buddha

We are responsible for our actions. But we must battle for sufficient time in our own lives to bring value to our existence. — Fennel Hudson

I went to art school, and I wanted to be an artist since I was 5. I basically moved to New York to do art, and I just sort of fell into doing music at an early age. — Kim Gordon

As the year goes on, certain deputies - and others, high in public life - will appear unshaven, without coat or cravat; or they will jettison these marks of the polite man, when the temperature rises. They affect the style of men who begin their mornings with a splash under a backyard pump, and who stop off at their street-corner bar for a nip of spirits on their way to ten hours' manual labor. Citizen Robespierre, however, is a breathing rebuke
to these men; he retains his buckled shoes, his striped coat of olive green. Can it be the same coat that he wore in the first year of the Revolution? He is not profligate with coats.
While Citizen Danton tears off the starched linen that fretted his thick neck, Citizen Saint-Just's cravat grows ever higher, stiffer, more wonderful to behold. He affects a single earring, but he resembles less a corsair than a slightly deranged merchant banker. — Hilary Mantel