Ugarte Studio Quotes & Sayings

You learn your text and have it in the back of your head, without a thought as to how you're going to say it. — Kelly Lynch

A healthy Amtrak is an integral part of New York and the Nation's economy and transportation systems. — Tim Bishop

Music is how I get free. It's a way to shut the rest of the world down and create your own world within it. I'm not thinking about what's going on around me. It's definitely an energy thing, and I'm in a zone. — Gift Of Gab

no means no, u weirdo stalkerhead! — Lauren Myracle

The poorest being that crawls on earth, contending to save itself from injustice and oppression, is an object respectable in the eyes of God and man. — Edmund Burke

Still, the time I spent with her was more precious than anything. She helped me forget the undertone of loneliness in my life. She expanded the outer edges of my world, helped me draw a deep, soothing breath. Only Sumire could do that for me. — Haruki Murakami

The underground is a dangerous but potentially life-giving place to which depression takes us; a place where we come to understand that the self is not set apart or special or superior but is a common mix of good and evil, darkness and
light; a place where we can finally embrace the humanity we share with others. That is the best image I can offer not only of the underground but also of the field of forces surrounding the experience of God. — Parker J. Palmer

For each person there is a sentence - a series of words - which has the power to destroy them. — Philip K. Dick

On the market, all is harmony. But as soon as intervention appears and is established, conflict is created, for each may participate in a scramble to be a net gainer rather than a net loser - to be part of the invading team instead of one of the victims. — Murray Rothbard

One method of destroying a concept is by diluting its meaning. Observe that by ascribing rights to the unborn, i.e., the nonliving, the anti-abortionists obliterate the rights of the living. — Ayn Rand

Birds of fortuity flutter down on her shoulders ... — Milan Kundera