Widger North Quotes & Sayings

Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world's perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph — Munia Khan

There are times I go out and meet people and flirt, but it's not really appropriate to have anything serious. — Katy Perry

In a sport that demands compulsion, sometimes the hardest task is having the confidence to rest. — Chris Lear

Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail."
She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. "And damned be he - she - who cries, 'Hold, enough!'"
"Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you," I told her, and she laughed. — Patricia Briggs

What I've tried to do is bring the madness out in the open. Keep it under wraps, and it erupts into wars and violence. — Dory Previn

Strange things are said to have happened in this world - some are said to be happening still - but half of them, if I'm any judge, are lies. — James P. Blaylock

The important question is, therefore, not whether anarchy is possible or not, but whether we can so enlarge the scope and influence of libertarian methods that they become the normal way in which human beings organise their society. — Colin Ward

Being male is a matter of birth. Being a man is a matter of age. But being a gentleman is a matter of choice. — Srinivas Shenoy

Historically, maritime travelers had to pass around the entire mass of North and South America, including the bottom tip, the tempestuous Cape Horn, which was littered with shipwrecks. — Alan Huffman

Behold great Whitman, whose licentious line Delights the rake, and warms the souls of swine; Whose fever'd fancy shuns the measur'd pace, And copies Ovid's filth without his grace. In his rough brain a genius might have grown, Had he not sought to play the brute alone; But void of shame, he let his wit run wild, And liv'd and wrote as Adam's bestial child. — H.P. Lovecraft

I gathered poets around me and we all wrote beautiful erotica. As we were condemned to focus only on sensuality, we had violent explosions of poetry. Writing erotica became a road to sainthood rather than to debauchery. — Anais Nin