Zashnetta Quotes & Sayings

For each Joan of Arc there is a Hitler perched at the other end of the teeter-totter. — Charles Bukowski

Television's compelling power is its immediacy .. this immediacy feeds the politics of emotions, gut reactions and impressions rather than the politics of logic, facts and reason; it emphasizes personality rather than issues. — Hedrick Smith

My mom insisted on saying such things, even though almost no one understood what she meant. My Dad sometimes called her Addlebrain because she read so many books. — Haven Kimmel

For the first time in history, the rational and the good are fully armed in the battle against evil. Here we finally find the answer to our paradox; now we can understand the nature of the social power held by evil. Ultimately, the evil, the irrational, truly has no power. The evil men's control of morality is transient; it lives on borrowed time made possible only by the errors of the good. In time, as more honest men grasp the truth, evil's stranglehold will be easily broken. — Andrew Bernstein

Some days are worse than others, my love, some days better than most. — Melina Marchetta

If my body were a tree trunk, the rings would surely reveal the time it has had to mature. — Robert M. Hensel

A beggar always remains a beggar. Africa, stop begging - you have what it takes to solve your problem. — T. B. Joshua

Sound is the first thing that we tune into. — Lee Konitz

I always just wait for the right material to come to me. Many times people ask, "What have you been up To?" Well, I'm here and working. Just not in front of the camera as much as I'd like to be. — Larenz Tate

Good health is not something we can buy. However, it can be an extremely valuable savings account. — Anne Wilson Schaef

We will only truly be free when those in bondage are finally free — Desmond Tutu

The thought had crossed my mind, that in order to save this world from Hell, I might have to become the Devil. — Dean F. Wilson

There being no direct route to Savannah from Charleston, I followed a zigzagging course that took me through the tidal flatlands of the South Carolina low country. As I approached Savannah, the road narrowed to a two-lane blacktop shaded by tall trees. There was an occasional produce stand by the side of the road and a few cottages set into the foliage, but nothing resembling urban sprawl. The voice on the radio informed me that I had entered a zone called the Coastal Empire. — John Berendt