Allie Gonino Quotes
You can choose to be mad in a negative way where it fuels you to do mean, hateful things, or you can let your madness fuel your art and channel it in a positive way.
Allie Gonino
Quotes to Explore
Silk Road to Ruin has all the analysis and it's structured very well. I rely on my notes more and I use direct quotes. But there's nothing like writing about it right away.
Ted Rall
For more than 20 years, on every one of the great issues of freedom and security, John Kerry has been more wrong, more weak and more wobbly than any other national figure.
Zell Miller
Belief is not restricted to a brief affirmation based on imitation; rather, it has degrees and stages of development. It is like a seed growing into a fully grown, fruit-bearing tree; like the sun's image in a mirror or in a drop of water to its images on the sea's surface and to the sun itself.
Said Nursi
You're always going to have people that are naysayers, that don't believe in your talent, that don't believe that you have any kind of longevity.
Vanessa Williams
During that year at Harvard learning with Carl Steinitz, I had the feeling that I was drinking knowledge out of a fire hose. I learned more in that year than I had learned in the previous ten years of my education.
Jack Dangermond
I was a 'young adult' when I wrote 'The Outsiders,' although it was not a genre at the time. It's an interesting time of life to write about, when your ideals get slammed up against reality, and you must compromise.
S. E. Hinton
Man, 'Hill Street Blues' was on when I was 12, and I remember feeling I'd never seen anything like it. It was that far ahead of its time, with dark characters you loved. I remember Ed Marinaro, the football star.
D. B. Weiss
All of the very important events in my life happen by chance.
Natalia Makarova
If you don't have a refinery operating, it's hard to use oil that's available.
T. Boone Pickens
Capitalism is war; socialism is peace.
Karl Liebknecht
Comic books are a big passion of mine.
Taran Killam
If i should enter the house and speak with my own voice, at last, about its awful furnitutre, pulling apart the covering over the dusty bodies; the randy father, the husband holding ice in his hand like a blessing, the mother bleeding into herself and the small imploding girl, i say if i should walk into that web, who will come flying after me, leaping tall buildings? you?
Lucille Clifton
