Straley And Otto Quotes & Sayings

I had my first bowl of gazpacho when I was fifteen in Spain, and the impression it made was a lasting one. — Gwyneth Paltrow

You-your explanations have made you more tolerable. — Claudia Jameson

But I will have it. I will love - it is my birthright. I will love the man I marry - that is all I care about. — D.H. Lawrence

There was no such thing as a marriage with one happy spouse. Both must be or neither. — Sherry Thomas

And how much more do we need Korzybski's consciousness of abstracting at a time when so much of our lives are spent absorbed in the highly abstracted and mediated maps rendered by our digital technologies, new media, and online communications? — Alfred Korzybski

I just want a band and keep them working, people that I like and who I think a lot of. Once my band is happy, then I am happy. — Pharoah Sanders

The "health, education, and welfare" section of government is another boondoggle. First we manufacture indigent and superfluous people by legal monopolies in land, money and idea patents, erecting tariff barriers to protect monopolies from foreign competition, and taxing laborers to subsidize rich farmers and privileged manufacturers. Then we create "social workers, " etc., to care for them and thereby establish a self-aggravating and permanent institutionalized phenomenon ... — Laurance Labadie

Grace is inviting to the unrighteous and threatening to the self-righteous — Andy Stanley

Sin can bring pleasure, but never happiness. — R.C. Sproul

It's okay to be scared, and it's okay to fail. But you have to try. Not trying isn't an option. — Jessica Bendinger

He did it now, holding it up before his eyes as he had as a boy, and it did its old, old trick. Through the floating snow you could see a little gingerbread house with a path leading up to it. The gingerbread shutters were closed, but as an imaginative boy you could fancy that one of the shutters was being folded back (as indeed, one of them seemed to be folding back now) by a long white hand, and then a pallid face would be looking out at you, grinning with long teeth, inviting you into this house beyond the world in its slow and endless fantasy-land of false snow, where time was a myth. The face was looking out at him now, pallid and hungry, a face that would never look on daylight or blue skies again.
It was his own face.
He threw the paperweight into the corner and it shattered. He left without waiting to see what might leak out of it. — Stephen King

Where you are defines what you're interested in. — Evan Williams

I did it to show the world that Jews have guts, — Jack Ruby