Dale Dye Quotes
Shake accepted a yellowed slip of paper and unfolded it. It was a page torn from a copy of Julius Caesar. Minh had underlined a passage and written a rough Vietnamese translation in the margin. “`Cry `Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.' Yes. It’s what I was thinking. It’s what happened on the Long Mountain March, isn’t it?” “Yes...” “It wasn’t the first time. It won’t be the last. Do you remember My Lai, Minh?” “I remember what we heard. Quang Ngai Province. Civilians were executed by American soldiers.
Dale Dye
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Light was first Through the Lord's word Named day: Beauteous, bright creation!
Caedmon
The least degree of heat, as long as it is slightly higher than boiling water, suffices for uniting oxygen and hydrogen and carbon and for forming oil and water.
Antoine Lavoisier
To be honest I'm not going to sell dreams like everybody else does and say, "Sure, it can be changed." I don't want to seem like a pessimist, but nothing's getting better.
Q-Tip
Repentance may be old-fashioned, but it is not outdated so long as there is sin.
J. C. Macaulay
Every book presents its own specific challenges, or should, and you're right that this one has a preoccupation with uncertainty. In this, Valiant Gentlemen is a rupture from previous work as its obsession is with the psychology of characters who are in states of unknowing living in unpredictable times where the stakes are unusually high.
Sabina Murray
We cannot free ourselves unless we move forward united in a single desire.
Emilio Aguinaldo
The Poplar grows up straight and tall,
The Pear-tree spreads along the wall.
Sara Coleridge
A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to committ outrages.
Hermann Hesse
Maybe there's something new that can document an idea quicker, but pen and paper have always been pretty handy for me.
Grant Hart
Hüsker Dü
Shake accepted a yellowed slip of paper and unfolded it. It was a page torn from a copy of Julius Caesar. Minh had underlined a passage and written a rough Vietnamese translation in the margin. “`Cry `Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.' Yes. It’s what I was thinking. It’s what happened on the Long Mountain March, isn’t it?” “Yes...” “It wasn’t the first time. It won’t be the last. Do you remember My Lai, Minh?” “I remember what we heard. Quang Ngai Province. Civilians were executed by American soldiers.
Dale Dye
