Margaret Atwood Quotes
Your righteous eyes, your laconic trigger-fingers people the streets with villains: as you move, the air in front of you blossoms with targets and you leave behind you a heroic trail of desolation: beer bottles slaughtered by the side of the road, bird- skulls bleaching in the sunset.
Margaret Atwood
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The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
Iris Murdoch
Names, once they are in common use, quickly become mere sounds, their etymology being buried, like so many of the earth's marvels, beneath the dust of habit.
Salman Rushdie
In the past, human society provided encouragement and opportunity for people to extend support to each other, especially in highly stressful situations.
Daisaku Ikeda
It's a shallow life that doesn't give a person a few scars.
Garrison Keillor
If I can help a kid feel more comfortable in their skin because they're struggling with maybe the things I struggled with in high school, that's great.
Abby Wambach
Capitalism is using its money; we socialists throw it away.
Fidel Castro
Pop belonged to more musical people in earlier times, but we've sort of gotten away from that. Now it's software people. I kind of feel like reclaiming it is in order.
Dave Sitek
Jane's Addiction
My fans, country radio, friends, family, you name it - they know I love to perform.
Blake Shelton
People will always challenge you on an idea as long as it has not been concretized by somebody else.
Carlos Ghosn
We're careful not to saturate people.
David Brenner
Many thought that the abolition of slavery, the end of Jim Crow, and the legislative progress of the Civil Rights Era, among other watershed moments, would have fundamentally done away with the racist structures that have long oppressed black people. However, we know that has been far from the case.
Opal Tometi
Your righteous eyes, your laconic trigger-fingers people the streets with villains: as you move, the air in front of you blossoms with targets and you leave behind you a heroic trail of desolation: beer bottles slaughtered by the side of the road, bird- skulls bleaching in the sunset.
Margaret Atwood