Varatech Quotes & Sayings

Come on," he droned, "I've been ordered to take you down to the bridge. Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't."
He turned and walked back to the hated door.
"Er, excuse me," said Ford following after him, "which government owns this ship?"
Marvin ignored him.
"You watch this door," he muttered, "it's about to open again. I can tell by the intolerable air of smugness it suddenly generates. — Douglas Adams

When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world. — John Muir

Art is a song of the soul that is sung by the light of the heart with the color of emotion and appreciation. — Debasish Mridha

You get really angry when you're hungry. You get hangry. It's like you're not even the same person. Can we keep granola bars in your purse or something? It's just that I worry about my balls. — Colleen Hoover

I know what she's about to do. But I don't stop her. I want to. Oh, Christ, I want to. But I don't. My eyes burn and sting with tears. This is too much for me. I want my mom. — Susan Ee

If you paid Americans a living wage, they would be able to pay for products made by Americans in America. — Henry Rollins

I whispered to the girl next to me that I was very excited about having my first cheese tasting because I love cheese. — Jenny Lawson

Art transcends politics this weekend. — Barbra Streisand

This is what it means to be a fanatic - but a fanatic, that is to say, in a very special sense. It has little in common with the obsession of the politician or the artist, for instance, for both of these understand in a greater or lesser degree the impulse which drives them. But the sportsman fanatic - that is another matter entirely.
His thoughts fixed solely on a vision of that mounted trophy against the wall, the eyes now dead that were once living, the tremulous nostrils stilled, the sensitive pricked ears closed to sound at the instant when the rifle shot echoed from the naked rocks, this man hunts his quarry through some instinct unknown even to himself.
Stephen was a sportsman of this kind. It was not the skill needed that drove him, nor the delight and excitement of the stalk itself, but a desire, so I told myself, to destroy something beautiful and rare. Hence his obsession with chamois. ("The Chamois") — Daphne Du Maurier

Survivors look back and see omens, messages they missed.
They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car.
They live by symbols. They read meaning into the barrage of spam on the unused computer, the delete key that stops working, the imagined abandonment in the decision to replace it. — Joan Didion

I'd like to see the fairways more narrow. Then everybody would have to play from the rough, not just me. — Seve Ballesteros

I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned.
Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious! — Sharon Creech