Venom And Carnage Quotes & Sayings

The world is calling, it's now or neverland. — Jonathan Larson

Don't be concerned about being disloyal to your pain by being joyous. — Hazrat Inayat Khan

If you want a referendum, vote for the others. Or, in certain cases, you can stay at home, you don't vote and you could find yourself with a referendum by default because you didn't exercise your vote. — Jean Charest

The belief that politics can be scientific must inevitably produce tyrannies. Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation. Empirical politics must be kept in bounds by democratic institutions, which leave it up to the subjects of the experiment to say whether it shall be tried, and to stop it if they dislike it, because, in politics, there is a distinction, unknown to science, between Truth and Justice. — W. H. Auden

Worrying about tomorrow is the best way to screw up today. — Denis Leary

It is better to point out your own mistakes than have somebody else do it. — Warren Buffett

The benches were magnificent. They could have been a hundred years old. They were made from solid mahogany, — Lee Child

I probably belong to a type of composer of songs who keeps thinking about melody ... I am old fashioned. — Toru Takemitsu

Remember, folks, I am a comedian, not a journalist. — Kathy Griffin

It is true, we do not like to lose a good, kind companion, a wife, a husband, a child, a brother, a sister, or any of our near and dear friends or relatives; but we have to do it, and it is right and proper that we should. They go a little before us; when we get there they will receive and welcome us and say, "God bless you, you have come at last." That is the way I look at it. I ex pect to strike hands and embrace my friends who have gone before. — John Taylor

You miss the idea of him. There you go. Was that so hard? "That goes away, too," says your friend. Through the magic of the biological imperative, his brain has been reprogrammed. He has been forced to gloss over his own romantic carnage so that he might once again start down that road of procreation. He has nineteen layers of skin; you have three-fourths of a layer. They're all like this, the recovered. Sometimes you want to hop across the table, curl up in their laps, and beg to be made one of them. How does it work? Hypnosis? A chip in the neck? A radioactive spider with Xanax venom? — Sloane Crosley