Plek Machine Quotes

#1. Naked Mr. America, burning frantic with self bone love, screams out: My asshole confounds the Louvre! I fart ambrosia and shit pure gold turds! My cock spurts soft diamonds in the morning sunlight!

William S. Burroughs

#2. Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we're pushing out our babies.

Louise Erdrich

#3. Music is critical in our lives and culture. It's the inspiration that drives us. It's also the window to our souls. It's a reflection as to who we are, what we stand for and where we're going.

Bill Walton

#4. Total freedom from your past; both the good and the bad things is the foundation for a successful life.

Sunday Adelaja

#5. It's great to have people come out. I do worry, though. They know me very intimately, in a way, if they listen to my show; they know a lot about me.

Marc Maron

#6. Six Lines

I know that in this world no one needs me,
me, a word-beggar in the Jewish graveyard
Who needs a poem, especially in Yiddish?

Only what is hopeless on this earth has beauty
and only the ephemeral is godly
and humility is the only true rebellion

Aaron Zeitlin

#7. Apart from photography and music videos, I also do graphic design.

Anton Corbijn

#8. Here we live in the shadow of the steeple, where the holy rubber meets the road, all crookedly blessed in God's mercy, in the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, race-riot-creating, oddball-hating, soul-shaking, love-and-fear-making, heartbreaking town of Freehold, New Jersey. Let the service begin.

Bruce Springsteen

#9. Some knowledge is too heavy ... you cannot bear it ... your Father will carry it until you are able.

Corrie Ten Boom

#10. Set goals so big that unless God helps you, you will be a miserable failure.

Bill Bright

#11. Maybe I'm just unable to resist how handsome he is," she said. Sam went rigid.
"He's twelve years older than you."
"So?" He didn't think he was serious, did he?

Sarah J. Maas

#12. It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves.

Henry David Thoreau