Y O U R Still Mine Quotes & Sayings

When we treat God as a different identity, our thought process becomes dualistic in nature. This is due to the self ignorance, ego and immaturity; in simple words, less knowledge about our own immortality. — Vishal Chipkar

I sneak a look over and consider a blow job, but even I know giving head in the middle of a demolition derby is risky, — John Waters

I want to break into the acting industry. It's something I have a great deal of respect for; it's a passion of mine. It's so amazing, the differences between acting and being an athlete, but the one commonality is they both evoke emotion in the viewer. And those emotions are real. So I think that's pretty cool. — Apolo Ohno

I have friends that I talk to once a year, and we can pick right back up like no time has passed at all, but it is quality and trust that maintains those bonds. — Lydia Elle

Low self-esteem is not possible when you understand the nature of everything. Depression is not possible. The universe is absolutely friendly. — Byron Katie

Global health players can become impervious to critique as they identify emergencies, cite dire statistics, and act on their essential duty of promoting health in the name of "humanitarian reason" or as an instrument of economic development, diplomacy, or national security. We are left, however, with an open-source anarchy around global health problems--a policy space in which new strategies, rules, distributive schemes, and the practical ethics of health care are being assembled, experimented with, and improvised by a wide array of deeply unequal stakeholders — Joao Biehl

TAKE, v.t. To acquire, frequently by force but preferably by stealth. — Ambrose Bierce

I don't have a gun. But I think they level the playing field. I accept that there's really nothing you can do about it. It's like nuclear weapons; if they exist then eventually other people are going to have them. Maybe just take away people's motivation to use them. — Doug Stanhope

From Woody's Restaurant, Middlebury"


Today, noon, a young macho friendly waiter and three diners,
business types - two males, one female -
are in a quandary about the name of the duck paddling
Otter Creek,
the duck being brown, but too large to be a female mallard.
They really want to know, and I'm the human-watcher behind the nook
of my table,
camouflaged by my stillness and nonchalant plumage.
They really want to know.
This sighting I record in the back of my Field Guide to People. — Greg Delanty