Zuzana Caputova Quotes & Sayings

I'm a plant eater. — Roberto Burle Marx

You and I must work together to develop our country, to get education for our children, to have doctors, to build roads, to improve or provide all day-to-day essentials. — Jomo Kenyatta

Public opinion is always more tyrannical towards those who obviously fear it than towards those who feel indifferent to it. — Bertrand Russell

Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! — J.K. Rowling

To drive an F1 car you have to be a little mad. On the morning of a race there's a mix of excitement and fear. If it's a wet track, then it's worse as you're not in control most of the time, which is the thing all drivers fear the most. — Jenson Button

Squaring her shoulders after Permilia disappeared into the crowd, Wilhelmina began skating in Edgar's direction. Coming to a stop a few feet away from him, she smiled when he looked up. That smile, unfortunately, turned to a wince a mere second later, when he tried to get to his feet and immediately took to flailing about. Before she could do more than blink, he was sprawled facedown on the ice. Skating up next to him, she bent over. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine - well, except for my bruised pride," he said, rolling over before he struggled to a sitting position. "One would think that since I'm testing skates with two blades, I'd have an easier time of staying upright. But . . . I'm afraid that has not been the case." He caught her eye again and smiled. — Jen Turano

She stepped back, staring up into my eyes. "You've given me hope." She ran her hand up my chest. "I don't know how to thank you for that."
I grinned. "You can start by taking my calls. — Lisa Kessler

Protection of human life can be costly; but so is the neglect of that protection. — Max Anders

Just wear the tank top." "It's not meant to - " "Wearing something on top of that is a waste of your God-given gift of cleavage," he insisted. "It's practically blasphemy. — Molly Harper

Lift your head to me ... '
His is the kiss of a timorous lover. Feel his inhuman lips on the throat, the heat of it. The bite, when it comes, is cold. Begin to sink as the blood flows into his mouth; it is almost soothing. No pain. No pain at all. His teeth grind into the muscles; ecstasy and torment. Life, the very being, is flowing out. Unholy nourishment. Holy nourishment. Drained slowly.
The trauma of it feels like being torn, but it is no more than suddenly having the ability to experience reality in a different way. Waiting for the end ... for what? Cannot foretell. No longer flesh, no longer blood. Soul. Free. — Storm Constantine

I know the new comedy god is surrealism, but it doesn't touch my heart. — Jenny Eclair

People who know me well understand fully what I am saying when I suggest that I am working an appetite and that we'd best be making our move. This means it is time to hit the road before my blood sugar-what's left of it-crashes to that point where I'm going to ruin your fucking day. — Gabrielle Hamilton

After all, you can't expect men not to judge by appearances. — Ellen Glasgow

Life is squinchy. — Robin M. Reed