Rationed Food Quotes

#1. George Stigler was a delightful correspondent. In a letter from London in 1948, after remarking on the inconvertibility of the pound and the inedible, still-rationed food, he concluded, So here I am losing weight and gaining pounds.

Milton Friedman

#2. Dozens of people who'd been boo-hooing their eyeballs out an hour earlier were laughing like overcaffeinated hyenas, stuffing their face with a whole week's worth of SQ-rationed food. Dak wondered whether funerals for old people always ended up being such festive affairs.

James Dashner

#3. Every character a writer creates has some of themselves in it somewhere.

Michelle MacLaren

#4. The coaches stunk of coal smoke and rationed tobacco and rationed booze and the farts of people eating wartime food.

Kurt Vonnegut

#5. I was born in London in England in 1934. I went through, as a child, the horrors of World War II, through a time when food was rationed and we learned to be very careful, and we never had more to eat than what we needed to eat. There was no waste. Everything was used.

Jane Goodall

#6. Every time I sit down with him, I know why he is who he is, and that's really cool. It's a great feeling. It sucks because I'm so not an ass-kisser, but he's George Lucas.

Kevin Munroe

#7. Only those who become "money conscious" ever accumulate great riches. "Money consciousness" means that the mind has become so thoroughly saturated with the DESIRE for money, that one can see one's self already in possession of it.

Napoleon Hill

#8. I've always been down-to-earth about money.

Chynna Phillips

#9. The largest known prime number is 232582657-1. I am proud to say that I memorized all its digits-in binary.

Carl Pomerance

#10. Accept everything about yourself - I mean everything, You are you and that is the beginning and the end - no apologies, no regrets.

Henry A. Kissinger

#11. It is not enough for us to be where God is worshipped, if we do not ourselves worship him.

Matthew Henry

#12. The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.

John Keats