Thurman Fleet Quotes & Sayings

Until recently, the question was 'Why can't a woman be more like a man?' It should have been changed to 'Why can't both sexes be more like the best parts of each other?' Instead, the pendulum swung to the 1960s feminist lapel button Adam Was a First Draft. True enough. So are we all. — Warren Farrell

If you're honest, you sooner or later have to confront your values. Then you're forced to separate what is right from what is merely legal. This puts you metaphysically on the run. America is full of metaphysical outlaws. — Tom Robbins

What do you want to risk to get away?" he asks. I swallow past the bile corrupting my throat. "Everything," I reply. "I'll risk everything to stay with you. — Amy A. Bartol

If every cunt had a ride whin they hud a heidache, thir widnae be as much fuckin trouble in the world. — Irvine Welsh

Even today a crude sort of persecution is all that is required to create an honorable name for any sect, no matter how indifferent in itself. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Pretty words cannot always hide the evil that man holds inside. — Sai Marie Johnson

In Spain, hilly terrain and antiquated planting and harvest practices keep farmers from retrieving more than about 100 pounds [of almonds] per acre. Growers in the Central Valley, by contrast can expect up to 3000 pounds an acre. But for all their sophisticated strategies to increase yield and profitability, almond growers still have one major problem - pollination. Unless a bird or insect brings the pollen from flower to flower, even the most state-of-the-art orchard won't grow enough nuts. An almond grower who depends on wind and a few volunteer pollinators in this desert of cultivation can expect only 40 pounds of almonds per acre. If he imports honey bees, the average yield is 2,400 pounds per acre, as much as 3,000 in more densely planted orchards. To build an almond, it takes a bee. — Hannah Nordhaus

I set out to try to help my fellow man and to do what little I could to make the world a better place. — L. Ron Hubbard

Like many toilets in Goa, it was nothing more than a smooth, steep slope behind the squatting keyhole. Waste matter rolled down the slope to a narrow lane. Wild, hairy, black Goan pigs roamed the lanes, eating the waste. — Gregory David Roberts

Reason is dead." Death shrugged. "Was — Claire North