Amonte Hiller Quotes

#1. Wisdom finds its literary expression in wisdom literature.

Paul Ricoeur

#2. Here we are, we're alone in the universe, there's no God, it just seems that it all began by something as simple as sunlight striking on a piece of rock. And here we are. We've only got ourselves. Somehow, we've just got to make a go of it. We've only ourselves.

John Osborne

#3. Long live free Quebec!

Charles De Gaulle

#4. I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.

Becca Fitzpatrick

#5. The ultimate goal of lacrosse is to score goals. The more goals a team can score, the more likely they are to win a game.

Kelly Amonte Hiller

#6. The stricter standards and independent, often conclusive, evidence in the physical sciences cannot be generalized to intellectual activity as a whole, even though the aura of scientific processes and results is often appropriated by other intellectuals.

Thomas Sowell

#7. It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.

Gertrude Atherton

#8. I was very impressed with the street food of Singapore. I was very impressed with the dishes that they did.

Jose Andres

#9. Finally, I could see with startling clarity that the time I had spent experiencing pain on a run was outweighed by the amount of time that I felt good about it. I was aglow. I was invincible. I was thinking I might be able to do it again.

Alexandra Heminsley

#10. The "Otherizing" of women is the oldest oppression known to our species, and it's the model, the template, for all other oppressions.

Robin Morgan

#11. What corporations fear most are consumers who ask questions. Naomi Klein offers us the arguments with which to take on the superbrands.

Billy Bragg

#12. And thus it happens that the reader, the closer he comes to the novel's end, the more he wishes he were back in the summer with which it begins, and finally, instead of following the hero onto the cliffs of suicide, joyfully turns back to that summer, content to stay there forever.

Franz Kafka