"Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin."

“Justice is too good for some people and not good enough for the rest.”

“Industry entirely left to itself, would soon fall to ruin, and a nation letting everything alone would commit suicide.”

Source : Friedrich List, Erwin von Beckerath, Karl Goeser, Friedrich Lenz, Edgar Salin “Schriften, reden, briefe ...”

“When I first started doing the quieter, more acoustic material in Swans, there was a lot of derision and outright hatred from the audience and press, just as in the early days of Swans when we were rejected outright because of the bludgeoning, single-minded violence of the music.”

“As a child, I never heard one woman say to me, "I love my body". Not my mother, my elder sister, my best friend. No one woman has ever said, "I am so proud of my body." So I make sure to say it to Mia , because a positive physical outlook has to start at an early age.”

“Those clocks are sophisticated instruments that calculate time by measuring electrical charges called coulombs -- given the rapidity and volume of electrons that move through the measuring device the calibrator must adjust at certain points which was the delay you see -- the delay is just recalibrating for the clock moving too quickly during the 10 -- 10ths of a second before the delay -- this insures that the actual playing time during a period is exactly 20 minutes That is not an opinion -- that is science -- amazing devise quite frankly.”

“Worrying is carrying tomorrow's load with today's strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn't empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”

“In Texas it's always hot, dry, sunny, not a cloud in the sky.”

“Again the early-morning sun was generous with it's warmth. All the sounds dear to a horseman were around me-the snort of the horses as they cleared their throats, the gentle swish of their tails, the tinkle of irons as we flung the saddles over their backs-little sounds of no importance, but they stay in the unconscious library of memory.”

Source : Wynford Vaughan-Thomas (1967). “Madly in all directions”