Thaddaeus Ropac Quotes & Sayings

We can take the shuttle at the South Station for Battery Street, and after that the walk isn't much. — H.P. Lovecraft

Once he shit a pint or so of stinky brown fluid in his pants, and once he managed to get his trousers down, and he cared little either way. — Anonymous

Make each day your masterpiece. Life is now. Life is not later on. — John Wooden

I would not have majored in English and gone on to teach literature had I not been able to construct a counterargument about the truthfulness of fiction; still, as writers turn away from the industrious villages of George Eliot and Thomas Hardy, I learn less and less from them that helps me to ponder my life. In time, I found myself agreeing with the course evaluations written by my testier freshman students:'All the literature we read this term was depressing.' How naive. How sane. — Mary Rose O'Reilley

It is not pleasant to recall something they must view with regret. They are, therefore, unwilling to direct their thoughts backward to illspent
hours, and those whose vices become obvious if they review the past, even the vices which were disguised under some allurement of momentary pleasure, do not have the courage to revert to those hours. No one willingly turns his thought back to the past, unless all his acts have been submitted to the censorship of his
conscience, which is never deceived; he who has ambitiously coveted, proudly scorned, recklessly conquered, treacherously betrayed, greedily seized, or lavishly squandered, must needs fear his own memory. — Seneca.

Southerners are an easygoing race when it comes to aberrations of conduct. They will react with anger if something out of the ordinary is presented as a possible future occurrence; but if an unusual circumstance is discovered to be an established fact, they will usually accept it without rancor or judgment as part of the normal order of things. — Michael McDowell

I don't think I was a fine game coach I think I was a good practice coach. — John Wooden

The Turkish Embassy in Washington is an ornate, eclectic building on the corner of Twenty-third Street and Massachusetts Avenue which was built originally for Edward Hamlin Everett, the man who put the crimp in bottle caps. — George W. S. Trow

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly. — Markus Zusak