Marsyas Flayed Quotes

#1. Where there is a man who does not labor because another is compelled to work for him, there slavery is.

Leo Tolstoy

#2. I think since Watergate people are interested in what the past of this country was really like.

Gore Vidal

#3. I don't think you can get any more working class than me. Everyone seems posh to me.

Danny Dyer

#4. They were lucky to find each other. Nobody could take that away.

Mary Amato

#5. From the ranks of the crawling babies came little squeals of excitement, gurgles and twitterings of pleasure.

Aldous Huxley

#6. Raffe: "The unruliness of the women in your family must go back for generations. You're like a plague upon the land."
Penryn: "So long as we're also a plague upon angels, I'm sure everyone else will forgive us."
Raffe: "Oh, you're definitely a plague upon at least one angel.

Susan Ee

#7. He's unrepentant,' McClane pronounced, 'and insulting. And possibly suicidal. Can we kick him in the face?

J. Fally

#8. I didn't bother to explain about the glitter in my hair. I figured they could think it was a family trait. We all glittered, just like the Cullens in Twilight.

Janette Rallison

#9. As far as current inspiration, I'm listenting to a lot of flamenco, because the techniques used for flamenco can be adapted to playing bass.

Billy Sheehan

#10. One of my favorite things about Tom Waits is not only his songs, but when he does do live shows, it's the theatrics involved. It's like Kabuki theater, really old-fashioned theatrics. Like, standing on top of a piece of plywood lying on some cinderblocks and clapping his hands, banging on a bucket.

Brittany Howard

#11. They say half a loaf is better than none, Jimmy, but in a world of want, even a single slice is better than none.

Stephen King

#12. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

#13. London is a roost for every bird.

Benjamin Disraeli

#14. Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. Sometimes you run over a drunk who's lain down and fallen asleep on the warm pavement. I mean, do you keep going, or what?

E.L. Doctorow