Tzenoa Quotes & Sayings

A real gold standard is thoroughly consistent with [classical] liberal principles and I, for one, am entirely in favor of measures promoting its development. — Milton Friedman

No matter why you're here, no matter why any of us are here, you're never tied down to fate. You're never locked in. — Dan Wells

For me, embalming was a form of meditation; it brought a sense of peace that I had never found in any other aspect of my life. I loved the stillness of it, the quietness. The bodies never moved or yelled; they never fought or left. The dead simply lay there, at peace with the world, and let me do whatever I needed to do. I was in control of myself. — Dan Wells

The only thing to know is how to use your neurosis. — Arthur Adamov

I'm bored stiff by ballet. i can't bear those muscular white legs like unbaked plaited loaves, and I get quite hysterical every time one of the women sticks out her leg at right angles, and the man suddenly grabs it and walks round in a circle as though he were opening a tin. — Jilly Cooper

I think there is no greater job anybody can have than having been a prosecutor. — Merrick Garland

It was a sound like someone trying not to make a sound. — John Irving

For God sakes, this is a woman I was married to for 10 years. We made love. I'd hold her head over the toilet bowl when she threw up. — Woody Allen

Everyone wants to transform, but nobody wants to change. — Frederica Mathewes-Green

Killing people was easier when the only face I ever saw was Mother's back then, anyone else was the enemy and shooting at an outline in a scope wasn't any different than taking down a deer, just in a different shape. — Mindy McGinnis

I'm not a good-looking guy. I don't care if my nose gets mashed. — Mike Tyson

I erase the word and start over. I'm working on the "Everything we still don't" list. I'm tempted to write: everything important and also: whether Simon Snow is actually gay. And: whether I'll live forever. — Rainbow Rowell

FOR A VERY LONG MOMENT WE ALL STOOD IN A FROZEN tableau of hostile indecision. Debs and Recht stared at each other, Deke breathed through his mouth, and I tried to decide whether assisting the fallen woman was technically within my jurisdiction as a blood-spatter analyst. And then there was a clatter at the front door and I heard a minor commotion behind me. "Shit," a male voice called out, quite clearly. "Shit, shit, shit." It was impossible to argue with the general sentiment, but nevertheless I turned around to see if I could gather some specifics. A middle-aged man hurried toward us. He was tall and soft-looking and had close-cropped gray hair and a matching beard. He slid to one knee beside Mrs. Aldovar and picked up her hand. "Hey, Emily? Honey?" he said as he patted her hand. "Come on, Em." I — Jeff Lindsay