Wynagrodzenie Brutto Quotes & Sayings

You need to go and find someone to teach you the rudiments of irrational discourse. — Larry Wall

The miser is counting his gold pieces, unaware of Death, who holds two clear symbols: an hourglass and a pitchfork."
"Why a pitchfork and not a scythe?"
"Because Death reaps but the Devil harvests — Arturo Perez-Reverte

If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one's chances of survival increase with each book one reads. — Sherman Alexie

Happy Readings Y'all! — Lia Gerber

I'm still missing that little something. — Andy Roddick

The moral of the story is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. — Kurt Vonnegut

HYDRA, n. A kind of animal that the ancients catalogued under many heads. — Ambrose Bierce

I ordered a hot chocolate and Chandler got a black coffee. He smiled over at me. "Still no love for coffee?"
I shook my head. "Nah, why have bitter and gross when I can have sweet and delicious? — Lisa Kessler

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted. — Gustave Flaubert

Implacable hate, patient cunning, and a sleepless refinement of device to inflict the extremest anguish on an enemy, these things are evil; and, although venial in a slave are not to be forgiven in a tyrant; although — Percy Bysshe Shelley

The feeling was not of being attractive precisely, but rather of not having to entertain. It was breathtaking: to be ensconced in another person's company, yet to be relieved of the relentless minute-by-minute obligation to redeem one's existence - for there is some sense in which socially we are all on the Late Show, grinning, throwing off nervous witticisms, and crossing our legs, as a big hook behind the curtains lurks in the wings. Hands — Lionel Shriver

Nothing is more odious than music without hidden meaning. — Frederic Chopin