Statehood Order Quotes & Sayings

If you want to know why you didn't make a boat
I'll tell you. You're just out there hammering the water. You're killing fish, not rowing. — Jim Dietz

No one's coming in seeing my dogs, daughter or the crack of my ass, forget it. — Courtney Love

It takes a while. Slowly, almost imperceptibly over — Rachel Caine

I give this to you because it is the key that will unlock the door between your past and your future. — Nicole Sager

I would not like to live in a world without cathedrals. I need their beauty and grandeur. I need their imperious silence. I need it against the witless bellowing of the barracks yard and the witty chatter of the yes-men. I want to hear the rustling of the organ, this deluge of ethereal notes. I need it against the shrill farce of marches. — Pascal Mercier

The individual within the collective is never, or hardly ever, conscious of the prevailing thought style, which almost always exerts an absolutely compulsive force upon his thinking and with which it is not possible to be at variance. — Ludwik Fleck

In these flashes of insight, I understand for a moment that one of the great dividends of darkness is an increased sensitivity to the light. — Martha Manning

Music is about communication, and the chemistry between an audience and the orchestra is absolutely essential; the performance does not exist in a bubble. — Charles Hazlewood

Zombies are the walking dead, only it isn't their bodies that have died but their hearts, their souls. I know they exist because I have become one. — Cindy C. Bennett

Passing him with frightening speed, I see him sailing downward with his open parachute. "It won't open!"
"Pull harder!"
Looking down, I estimate that at this speed it will only be a matter of seconds before I collide with the black lava rocks below. They rigged it! is all I can think. President Volkov won. I lost. I failed Gemma. I failed Nicholas. I failed myself.
All of a sudden, someone rams into me from behind and hooks his arms and legs around my body. I look back and see Cory. "You're crazy!" I scream as we spin out of control.
"I know!" He smiles like he really is, but he feeds off of this kind of insanity. "Hold on!"
The ground is so close and I can see the green grass and smell the scent of it mixed with the sulfur. He helps me turn around and I lock my arms around his thick shoulders, my legs around his firm hips. We'll die together, and he doesn't seem to care one bit. He really is insane! — E.J. Squires

People need foundation myths, some imprint of year zero, a bolt that secures the scaffolding that in turn holds fast the entire architecture of reality, of time: memory-chambers and oblivion-cellars, walls between eras, hallways that sweep us on towards the end-days and the coming whatever-it-is. We see things shroudedly, as through a veil, an over-pixellated screen. When the shapeless plasma takes on form and resolution, like a fish approaching us through murky waters or an image looming into view from noxious liquid in a darkroom, when it begins to coalesce into a figure that's discernible, if ciphered, we can say: This is it, stirring, looming even if it isn't really, if it's all just ink-blots. — Tom McCarthy

It is not enough to knock on successes' door; you have to knock hard enough. And if no one answers,
either go through a window, or break down the door. — Matshona Dhliwayo