Segumax Quotes & Sayings

Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous musick wake the dawning day. — Alexander Pope

Money grows on sweat, not trees. — Matshona Dhliwayo

The assimilationist movement is running us into the ground. — Harry Hay

It's so difficult to write good music. It's also really difficult to think about how to do it without violating the sanctity of the fourth wall. — Dan Harmon

Economic chasm between people is something that is of interest to me. And something that I used to write about even as a child. It's something I've revisited a few times in my writings. — Khaled Hosseini

A committee is a life form with six or more legs and no brain. — Robert A. Heinlein

I'm fairly convinced that the Kingdom of God is for the broken-hearted. You write of 'powerlessness.' Join the club, we are not in control. God is. — Fred Rogers

Food sovereignty ... is most of all characterized by it's conversations around how to end hunger and poverty. — Raj Patel

The pistol against her back was as hard and cold as death, and the feeling soothed her. — Haruki Murakami

You and I move through time like a flame on a string. The ashes behind are the past, consumed, unreachable. The string ahead is the future. But the only moment we inhabit, the only moment where we can act, is the present, the point where the flame burns, the point where time touches eternity. — Brandon Mull

The answer cannot be found
In the writing of others,
Or the words of a trained mind
In a precious world of memories;
We find ourselves confined — Chuck Schuldiner

My normal lectures deal with the psychedelic experience as a generalized and historical phenomenon, but this effort at communication is slightly more personal in that it's an effort to impart [just] one idea that came out of an involvement with psychedelic substances. — Terence McKenna

The way Susannah sings 'The Wind Will Carry Us' is so sad," he murmured.
"Yeah, it really is."
"It makes me think of the way people devote their lives to each other, and then one of them just leaves, or even dies."
"I hadn't thought of it that way," said Jules, who had never understood those lyrics, in particular how a single wind could carry two people apart. "I know this sounds picky, but wouldn't the wind carry them together?" she asked. "It's one breeze. It just blows one way, not two."
"Huh. Let me think about it." He thought briefly. "You're right. It doesn't make sense. But still, it's very melancholy. — Meg Wolitzer

He dreams he's with a very sad kid and they're in a graveyard digging some dead guy's head up and it's really important, like Continental-Emergency important, and Gately's the best digger but he's wicked hungry, like irresistibly hungry, and he's eating with both hands out of huge economy-size bags of corporate snacks so he can't really dig, while it gets later and later and the sad kid is trying to scream at Gately that the important thing was buried in the guy's head and to divert the Continental Emergency to start digging the guy's head up before it's too late, but the kid moves his mouth but nothing comes out and Joelle van D. appears with wings and no underwear and asks if they knew him, the dead guy with the head, and Gately starts talking about knowing him even though deep down he feels panic because he's got no idea who they're talking about, while the sad kid holds something terrible up by the hair and makes the face of somebody shouting in panic: TOO LATE. — David Foster Wallace