Scrilla Urban Quotes & Sayings

Contrary to what they tell you ... You are not a limited material being. — Amit Goswami

The more money Automattic makes, the more we invest into Free and Open Source software that belongs to everybody and services to make that software sing. — Matt Mullenweg

No one is free until we are all free. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Anyone who believes the competitive spirit in America is dead has never been in a supermarket when the cashier opens another check-out line. — Ann Landers

Project a confident image through good body posture. — Cindy Ann Peterson

When I was 21 years old, I had a job playing Santa Claus in a shopping centre in Sacramento. I was rail thin, so it's not like I was a traditional Santa Claus even then. I had a square stomach; that was the shape of the sofa cushion that I had stuffed into my pants. — Tom Hanks

This is the most immediate fruit of exile, of uprooting: the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams, of slavery and redemption, of improbable paradises, of equally mythical and improbable enemies; cosmic enemies, perverse and subtle, who pervade everything like the air. — Primo Levi

The sense of tragedy is that the world is not a pleasant little nest made for our protection, but a vast and largely hostile environment, in which we can achieve great things only by defying the gods; and that this defiance inevitably brings its own punishment. — Norbert Wiener

Volunteers are caring friends — Don Williams

Kind of the exhausting thing about doing pure comedy, or something that's broader, is you're kind of a slave to the laugh. If it's not funny, then there's not much point in doing it. The kind of ueber-objective is to make people laugh. You always have to have that in the back of your mind, 'Eh, I've got to figure out a way to make this funny.' — John C. Reilly

Soviet propaganda is remarkably effective and the Americans are even more remarkably stupid. — Mohammed Reza Pahlavi

He started his engine and turned on the windshield wipers in time to see a tall old man stepping out of the cab. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time. As — William Peter Blatty