Yoyong Martires Quotes & Sayings

I like the shaman very much, the way he was crying. — William S. Burroughs

My mind is a lock pick always looking for another door to open. I often find those doors by exploring minds of others ... — Hewitt E. Moore

America is ready to elect its first African American President, especially one with light-skin and and no Negro dialect. — Mitch McConnell

And he dreamed the dream of all those who publish books, which was to have so much gold in your pockets that you would have to employ two people just to hold your trousers up. — Terry Pratchett

People love pitting strong females against each other. — Madonna Ciccone

It is the glory of English Law, that its roots are sunk deep into the soil of national history; that it is the slow product of the age long growth of the national life. — Edward Jenks

- Amy said that would be an imprudent expense; but as soon as he had got a good price for a book. Will not the publishers be kind? If they knew what happiness lurked in embryo within their foolish cheque-books! — George Gissing

If all else fails, we then factor (fall) into our equation. And pray hard, someone factors (catching us) into theirs. — Noor Iskandar

I love some electronic music. I'm not a big fan of dubstep, but there is so much good electronic music out there. — Chino Moreno

Pure libertarianism believes that people will be generous and help each other. Well, they won't. I wish it were so, and I live that way. I help panhandlers, but other people are, 'Oh look at that - why doesn't he get a job?' While I believe in all that freedom, I also believe that no one should suffer needlessly. — Neil Peart

So much depends, of course, on what the individual hears when he gives himself over to the electronic tides breaking on the shore of his Seashell. The voice of conscience and reason? An echo of morality? A new thought? A fresh idea? A morsel of philosophy? Or bias, hatred, fear, prejudice, nightmare, lies, half-truths, and suspicions? Or, perhaps even worse, the sound of one emptiness striking hollowly against yet another and another emptiness, broken at two-minute intervals by a jolly commercial, preferably in rhymed quatrains or couplets? In — Ray Bradbury