You're an embarrassment to me. You look like a fucking bitch in heat, and if you get raped by a pack of niggers, it will be your fault.
Taped phone conversation of Mel Gibson and Oksana Grigorieva, the mother of his daughter
Just Quoting
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Yasunari Kawabata II
That play of black upon white, white upon black, has the intent and takes the form of creative art. It has in it a flow of the spirit and a harmony of music.
Yasunari Kawabata
Yasunari Kawabata
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Geoffrey Rush
But there is a scary side to acting for me, because I have always wanted to develop rather than plateau out. When people come to me and tell me I was terrific in this or that, I do not want to fall flat on my face the next time. But, tough, I have fallen flat before. You just get up and dust yourself off
Geoffrey Rush
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Individuality
Individuality is the aim of political liberty. By leaving to the citizen as much freedom of action and of being, as comports with order and the rights of others, the institutions render him truly a freeman. He is left to pursue his means of happiness in his own manner.
James Fenimore Cooper
James Fenimore Cooper
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Great Cases
Great cases like hard cases make bad law. For great cases are called great, not by reason of their importance in shaping the law of the future, but because of some accident of immediate overwhelming interest which appeals to the feelings and distorts the judgement.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Tornadoes
A single experience of this awful convulsion of the elements suffices to fasten the memory of its occurrence upon the mind with such a dreadful force that no effort can efface the remembrance of it. The destructive violence of this storm exceeds in its power, fierceness, and grandeur all other phenomena of the atmosphere.
John Park Finley
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive,
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Half wishing they were dead to save the shame.
The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow;
They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats,
And flare up bodily, wings and all.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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