Stupid And Contagious Book Quotes & Sayings

You will not compromise ths part of the mission before it's begun, I hope that's clear.

"Or what?" Nick asked, swiveling back to him.

"Or I'l fucking cuff you, that's what."

Nick bared his teeth. "You can fucking try. And you watch your fucking language. There's a lady here. — Lisa Marie Rice

Insofar as there shall always be a desire, there shall always be a want and there shall always be a need — Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

It is rarely a mysterious technique that drives us to the top, but rather a profound mastery of what may well be a basic skill set. — Joshua Waitzkin

What I really do is take real plums and put them in an imaginary cake. — Mary McCarthy

To be gay is nothing to be proud of. It's in how you are gay that you have something to be proud of, considering the obstacles placed in your path if you are gay. — Dan Savage

Wealth is, for most people, the only honest and likely path to liberty. With money comes power over the world. Men are freed from drudgery, women from exploitation. Businesses can be started, homes built, communities formed, religions practiced, educations pursued. But liberals aren't very interested in such real and material freedoms. They have a more innocent - not to say toddlerlike - idea of freedom. Liberals want the freedom to put anything into their mouths, to say bad words and to expose their private parts in art museums. — P. J. O'Rourke

There's a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom. — Lauren DeStefano

If you can't celebrate your success, appreciate your failure. Since life is all about celebration and appreciation. — M.F. Moonzajer

I don't set out to write female lead shows, necessarily. I like deeply flawed characters. When they come to me, or when I'm introduced to them, I follow the stories and the people, rather than setting out to do a female lead thing. — Jenji Kohan

Throughout their whole existence men are blind; So, Faust, be thou like them at last. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Second-hand American was spreading over him in patches, like mange or lichen. He was infested, garbled, and I couldn't help him: it would take such time to heal, unearth him, scrape down to where he was true. — Margaret Atwood