Squidgygate Quotes & Sayings

We've got to find another way of producing energy. — Larry Hagman

Belief, like fear or love, is a force to be understood as we understand the theory of relativity and principals of uncertainty. Phenomena that determine the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction. Today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I believe I would never have done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, that can shape and alter who we
imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. That each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Proposition, I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey. Is this possible? I just met her and yet, I feel like something important has happened to me. — David Mitchell

The call of God is what gets you out of bed everyday, not a burden for something. — Tommy Barnett

And when you pray to God regularly, irregular things happen on a regular basis. — Mark Batterson

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness. — Wilfred Owen

Art has a unique capacity to take one or other facet of the message and translate it into colors, shapes and sounds which nourish the intuition of those who look and listen. — Pope John Paul II

I'm very unstable; there's no stability in a musician's life at all. You live on a bus or on the road hand to mouth and you don't know where your money's coming from. — James Taylor

If we keep asking the wrong questions, we are just going to get better wrong answers. The solution to lack of community isn't to give up on the community. — Erwin McManus

I wish the Lord would take me now — Livia

He [Lyndon Johnson] hated the war. He hated having anybody put in harm away. But he believed that what we were doing is what we had to do for our commitments with SEATO, for many reasons. And he was carrying forth a policy that he had inherited. And he tried and got us to the peace table in 1968. — Lynda Bird Johnson Robb

The people had fled into the buildings, but the thick, salty mark of their fear still hung heavy in the air, coagulating with the bees' magical stench of rotting, acid-dripping flowers into a nauseating miasma of crumbling courage and ill intentions. — Ella Summers