Zuppa Toscana Quotes & Sayings

Why don't we all just get really baked on weed? — Robert Smith

The next battle being fought by e-commerce companies will be for customer loyalty. — Priyanka Gill

The whole of organic nature on our planet exists only by a relentless war of all against all ... The raging war of interests in human society is only a feeble picture of an unceasing and terrible war of existence which reigns throughout the whole of the living world. — Ernst Haeckel

He wasn't looking at me, and I wasn't looking at him. "Sometimes I wonder if you make decisions just to piss me off."
I glared at the road. "Sometimes I wonder if you give yourself too much credit in my decision-making. — Catherine Doyle

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain. — Joyce Cary

The spirit is the bouquet of nature. — Joseph Campbell

I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld. — Jeri Smith-Ready

I was raised Catholic at a time when Vatican II was just taking hold. — Richard Montanari

I am living. I am a miracle. Everyday of my life is miraculous! — Debasish Mridha

I'm an average enough person to point to the things I've gotten to see that are awe-inspiring. — Laurie Anderson

At a minimum, solidarity in this current struggle dictates that we do not constrain the choices of those who are most affected by police killings (though I think the label of "most affected" in this case excludes not only whites but also economically mobile activists of color who fly in from across the country). One way that white people might fail at that is by starting a riot every time locals were trying to organize a vigil. — Anonymous

You can't have bank holding companies acting as hedge funds. You can't have them taking a million-dollar pension plan for Joe Schmo the bus driver and treat it with the same risk appetite that you treat George Soros' pocket money. It's fundamentally ridiculous. — Shia Labeouf

Cormac heard that glorious word for the first time in the1850s, and it came to epitomize for him all of New York's rough skepticism. It had much greater weight than the word 'horseshit.' Horseshit was flaky and without substance; it dried in the sun and was blown away in a high wind. Preachers were the master of horseshit. But bullshit was heavier, filled with crude truth, a kind of black cement. The voters knew the difference and they appreciated bullshit when practiced by a master. Any politician who used God in a speech was practicing horseshit. When he talked about building schools, getting water into Chatham Square, or lighting the darkest streets, Bill Tweed was practicing bullshit. If a third of the bullshit actually came into existence, their lives were made better. Tweed, as he moved up in the system, was a master of bullshit. — Pete Hamill