Thembeka Zondo Quotes & Sayings

The primary consequence of the computational nature of the universe is that the universe naturally generates complex systems, such as life. Although the basic laws of physics are comparatively simple in form, they give rise, because they are computationally universal, to systems of enormous complexity. — Seth Lloyd

I was a single mother when my child was little. — Gloria Allred

I suppose people move on, history moves on, and there will, sadly, always be something more terrible waiting around the corner. — Hazel Gaynor

If we in the church want a cause to fight, let's fight sin. Let's reveal its hideousness. Let's show that Jeremiah was correct when e said: "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked" [Jeremiah 17:9 NKJV]. — Billy Graham

If you don't write your memoirs down then time will swallow them up, leaving no leftovers. — Sahara Sanders

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching 'Scooby Doo.' — Kelley Armstrong

The best sequence is this: clothes first, then books, papers, komono (miscellany), and lastly, mementos. — Marie Kondo

They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women. — Jim Butcher

It is the difficult, but unavoidable, task of the modern individual to assimilate consciously all of the contents - from darkest degradation to profoundest purpose - contained in the psyche. — Daniel Pinchbeck

So Fnick, can I change channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on."
"Make yourself at home, Figgy." Fang said. — James Patterson

Nobody warns you aobut this, but the dead, or at least some of them, take customs, decades, whole neighborhoods with them. Things you thought you shared but which turn out to be theirs. When death does you part, it's also the end of what's mine is yours. — Laia Jufresa

I've reached the age where competence is a turn-on. — Billy Joel

She's thinking about grief and trauma, how they can hide out inside a woman, how they can come back.
The playwright follows her eyes, until he sees what she sees.
The photographer's framed image, the orphan girl lit up by the explosion, a girl blowing forward, a girl coming out of fire, a girl who looks as if she might blast right through image and time into the world
"I know what's happened," the poet says. — Lidia Yuknavitch