Wackers Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

How subtle is the relationship between the traveler and his luggage! He knows, as no one else knows, its idiosyncrasies, its contents ... and always some small nuisance which he wishes he had not brought; had known, indeed, before starting that he would regret it, but brought it all the same. — Vita Sackville-West

I never worry about action, but only inaction. — Winston Churchill

To paraphrase Voltaire: if they can make you believe in their absurdities, they can make you commit their atrocities. — Voltaire

But how was one to be an adult? Was couplehood truly the only appropriate option? (But then, a sole option was no option at all.) "Thousands of years of evolutionary and social development and this is our only choice?" he'd asked Harold when they were up in Truro this past summer, and Harold had laughed. "Look, Willem," he said, "I think you're doing just fine. I know I give you a hard time about settling down, and I agree with Malcolm's dad that couplehood is wonderful, but all you really have to do is just be a good person, which you already are, and enjoy your life. You're young. You have years and years to figure out what you want to do and how you want to live. — Hanya Yanagihara

Life's hard. It's even harder when you're stupid. — John Wayne

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier — Karen Marie Moning

He pulls the gun away from his head and sets it on the coffee table. He wonders who first called it a coffee table. He gets to his feet and walks into the hallway. He wonders who first called it a highway. He wonder who first named anything. How did someone look at a dog and decide what to call it? It's all so random. Everything is so goddamn random. — Ryan David Jahn

If the bird was made, it chose to be made. It's here because it chooses to be with you. — Alethea Kontis

How can something that's 95% water be so divisive? Alone among vegetables, the poor, innocent stick of celery elicits the most vicious attacks. — Yotam Ottolenghi

How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach. — Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos De Laclos

My eyes in the mirror are cold as a lizard's, my expression fixed and unreadable. I can't remember the last time I laughed or even showed a hint of a smile to other people. Even to myself.
I'm not trying to imply I can keep up this silent, isolated facade all the time. Sometimes the wall I've erected around me comes crumbling down. It doesn't happen very often, but sometimes, before I even realize what's going on, there I am
naked and defenseless and totally confused. At times like that I always feel an omen calling out to me, like a dark, omnipresent pool of water. — Haruki Murakami