Whitbourne Midlife Quotes & Sayings

Science coverage could be improved by the recognition that science is timeless, and therefore science stories should not need to be pegged to an item in the news. — Richard Dawkins

When you begin to wait for miracles, Jesus feels insulted. — Sunday Adelaja

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves?
Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection. — Samuel Beckett

Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is. — Zane Grey

It is the aim of the modern school, not to treat every position according to one general law, but according to the principle inherent in the position — Richard Reti

You touch the world even if you do not want it to touch you.
-Leona Montgomery — Madeline Hunter

Roppongi is an interzone, the land of gaijin bars, always up late. I'm waiting at a pedestrian crossing when I see her. She's probably Australian, young and quite serviceably beautiful. She wears very expensive, very sheer black undergarments, and little else, save for some black outer layer - equally sheer, skintight, and micro-short - and some gold and diamonds to give potential clients the right idea. She steps past me, into four lanes of traffic, conversing on her phone in urgent Japanese. Traffic halts obediently for this triumphantly jaywalking gaijin in her black suede spikes. I watch her make the opposite curb, the brain-cancer deflector on her slender little phone swaying in counterpoint to her hips. When the light changes, I cross, and watch her high-five a bouncer who looks like Oddjob in a Paul Smith suit, his skinny lip beard razored with micrometer precision. There's a flash of white as their palms meet. Folded paper. Junkie origami. — William Gibson

The most serious parody I have ever heard was this: In the beginning was nonsense, and the nonsense was with God, and the nonsense was God. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I should add, however, that, particularly on the occasion of Samhain, bonfires were lit with the express intention of scaring away the demonic forces of winter, and we know that, at Bealltainn in Scotland, offerings of baked custard were made within the last hundred and seventy years to the eponymous spirits of wild animals which were particularly prone to prey upon the flocks - the eagle, the crow, and the fox, among others. Indeed, at these seasons all supernatural beings were held in peculiar dread. It seems by no means improbable that these circumstances reveal conditions arising out of a later solar pagan worship in respect of which the cult of fairy was relatively greatly more ancient, and perhaps held to be somewhat inimical. — Lewis Spence