Youmayberightimaybecrazy Quotes & Sayings

I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction. — Oscar Wilde

But integration and equality are myths; they disguise a new segregation and a new equality ... Every social order institutes its own program of separation or segregation. A particular faith and morality is given privileged status and all else is separated for progressive elimination. — R.J. Rushdoony

Did I just fall in love? I hope not. Maybe my body fell in love a little bit, it's shaking and wants a long hug. His name was Ketchup. I will always remember that name so I'm glad it's a pretty good one. — Dia Felix

Yes, he's my psychiatrist," I say quietly as I stare out at the road. I can't meet his eyes right now. I don't want to see judgment there.
"And why are you seeing a psychiatrist?"
"My unruly sex drive?"
"Irish ... " the way he says my nickname makes me glance in time to catch him lift in his seat and tug at his jeans slightly, as if to make himself more comfortable.
"Tell me. — K.A. Tucker

I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep. — Jo Knowles

You ask a philosopher a question and after he or she has talked for a bit, you don't understand your question any more. — Philippa Foot

Being a good writer doesn't make you a good reporter, it takes hustle. — David

Canada has given us John Candy and Martin Short and Bill Shatner and Lord knows how many other wonderful performers. — Jamie Farr

We need to create a world that is equitable, that is stable and a world where we bear in mind the needs of others, and not only what we need immediately. We are all in the same boat. — Kofi Annan

Each state of the human mind has some parable in the physical creation by which it is shadowed forth; nor is it only artists and poets, but even the most abstract thinkers that have drawn from this source. Lively activity we name fire; time is a stream that rolls on, sweeping all before it; eternity is a circle; a mystery is hid in midnight gloom, and truth dwells in the sun. Nay, I begin to believe that even the future destiny of the human race is prefigured in the dark oracular utterances of bodily creation. — Friedrich Schiller