Stallman Art Quotes & Sayings

That's a fine-looking cat. — Kathleen Fuller

Zachary maneuvered the vehicle down the rutted lane, scanning the corners for signs of danger. Two minutes and they'd be safe. Free. Absurd, giddy joy lit Zachary up. He smiled at Brian. "Jesus, you're a pain in the ass."
Brian grinned. "But I give great head, Sir. — Kari Gregg

Prior art is as effective as US soldiers in Iraq: They control the ground they stand on, and nothing more. I used to say Vietnam, but, well, you know ... — Richard Stallman

Whether it be training, dieting, working out, or work ethic, for every great excuse "Not" to do something, there are 100 "better" reasons for you to do it. — Mark W. Boyer

You are much surer that you are doing good when you pay money to those who work, as the recompense of their labor, than when you give money merely in charity. — Samuel Johnson

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don't get into it alone! — Calvin Klein

I assume you know what to do with this. That's why you were hired. — Grant Tinker

And how is clarity to be achieved? Mainly by taking trouble and by writing to serve people rather than to impress them. — F.L. Lucas

If flurries be the food of quests, snow on. — Ian Doescher

Difference between diversity and inclusion is being invited to a house and being able to rearrange the furniture. — Jane Silber

Lucky are you, reader, if you happen not to be of that sex to whom it is forbidden all good things; to whom liberty is denied; to whom almost all virtues are denied; lucky are you if you are one of those who can be wise without its being a crime. — Marie De Gournay

The purpose of art is ... to press forward into the whole of the external world and the soul, to see and communicate those objective realities within it which rule and convention have hitherto concealed. — Max Scheler

But a lot of people got married so they could fuck six times a week. Then in a while they only felt like fucking once a week and had to talk to each other in between. Created a lot of drunks. — Robert B. Parker

He was nothing but a shadow on the horizon when that old basset hound of his escaped from the sheriff's office and went loping down the street. When she reached the edge of town, she sank down on her grizzled haunches, threw back her head, and let out a howl that broke nearly every heart that heard it.
Later, there would be many who would swear he'd reined in his mare and stood silhouetted against the sunset for a timeless moment. — Teresa Medeiros