Sodomisti Quotes & Sayings

Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader - not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon. — E.L. Doctorow

I can't put bars on my insides; my love is something I can't hide. — Keith Carradine

Most companies want free enterprise in general because that produces better goods and services and makes people's lives better, but they don't want it in their business. They want protection from competition, they want subsidies, they want the government to pick winners and losers, and they want to be picked as winners, and that's what we're opposing, and that's what drives my whole efforts in policy, and in the political arena. — Charles Koch

XIII
Lightly, lightly, very lightly
A very light wind passes,
And it goes away just as lightly,
And I don't know what I'm thinking,
Nor do I wish to know. — Fernando Pessoa

Ideas are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man in the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach you destiny. Perhaps you could get a clearer idea of our destiny if we took time out to examine our ideas, and upgraded them if necessary. What things are most important to you? If you could do anything you wanted to be, what would you be? If you could achieve a single objective in life, what would it be? — Carl Schurz

Homophobia's just one form of abjection, and wherever you have a marker of deviance - skin colour, gender, gender identity, disability - you get the same mechanisms of prejudice. — Hal Duncan

Eva's only fault has been the one of wanting to know more, to experiment and search with her own sources the laws of the Universe, of her own body and to refuse the teachings from "above". Eva, basically, represents the curiosity of science against the passive acceptance that belongs to faith. — Margherita Hack

Human nature is always interesting ... And it's curious to see how certain types always tend to act in exactly the same way. - Miss Marple, The Herb of Death, Pg. 167 — Agatha Christie