Weyrec Quotes & Sayings

Even the solitude, I've actually grown to quite like ... I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I'll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company. — Kazuo Ishiguro

The treasured vistas of our solo journeys are not always about the landscape. — Gina Greenlee

My father urged Alan [Lomax] not to repeat the mistakes of the European folklorists who, a century ago, had collected these peasant songs and then arranged them for part choir and accompanied them on piano, and then told the young people of their country, "Don't change a note, this is our sacred heritage." Father said, whether it's a fiddle tune or a gospel song, learn it right off the record from the people who grew up with it. Don't just learn it from a piece of paper. — Pete Seeger

You don't have to be a genius to find the hidden potential deep in your mind. — Ray Davies

Human beings are tool-making animals. Since the prehistoric era, we have created and used a wide variety of objects.
But now a significant change is about to occur.
In the near future, we will simply become another object that can be monitored, tracked and controlled within a vast machine. — John Twelve Hawks

There's a cardinal rule that you don't talk about sharks. If you don't see it, it's not there. — Mark Warkentin

You're right." I played into his cynicism, but only halfheartedly. "We don't really believe that, do we?" "No, we don't," Bill admitted. "But tonight we do." I — Hope Jahren

Ethics is a bit like culture: the less one has, the more one flaunts it ... — Corinne Maier

A fortuneteller at a magicians' convention in Atlantic City once told him that when he fell in love it would be forever, and he laughed at the notion, but now he sees that reading was completely on target. — Alice Hoffman

Simultaneously the whole party moved toward the water, super-ready from the long, forced inaction, passing from the heat to the cool with the gourmandise of a tingling curry eaten with chilled white wine. — F Scott Fitzgerald