"Language is like soil. However rich, it is subject to erosion, and its fertility is constantly threatened by uses that exhaust itsvitality. It needs constant re-invigoration if it is not to become arid and sterile."

“To me, it's not necessarily about whom you vote for, it's more about the fact that you go out and exercise that right. There's a lot of people who fight for our right to vote and people in other countries fighting for other peoples' right to vote and I think everyone should exercise that vote.”

Source : "Robert 'RG3' Griffin III on Playing Football in a Political Town, Dream Pickup Game With Obama". Interview with Chris Moody, abcnews.go.com. November 28, 2012.

“I'm trying to take a positive out the disappointment, but I'm also trying to do what's best for my career as well.”

“Making clothing is not just about the application of style and technique. At some stage, you want to experiment with new materials, or experiment in making materials. When you have a material to yourself, you get to make something totally new based on how that material acts. The access afforded by this tannery pushes you beyond your comfort or knowledge zone of hue and texture, forcing you - the designer - to think about how that flat plane will act when it enters the third dimension.”

“For some people, history is simply what your wife looks good standing in front of. It’s what’s cast in bronze, or framed in sepia tones, or acted out with wax dummies and period furniture. It takes place in glass bubbles filled with water and chunks of plastic snow; it’s stamped on souvenir pencils and summarized in reprint newspapers. History nowadays is recorded in memorabilia. If you can’t purchase a shopping bag that alludes to something, people won’t believe it ever happened.”

“There are no silver bullets...”

“The best Web sites are better than Reality.”

“I don't read novels that are looking to convince me of anything. I believe that literature needs to be a machine of illusions.”

Source : Source: www.guernicamag.com

“Cover them over with beautiful flowers, Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours, Lying so silent by night and by day Sleeping the years of their manhood away. Give them the meed they have won in the past; Give them the honors their future forcast; Give them the chaplets they won in the strife; Give them the laurels they lost with their life.”

Source : Will Carleton (1875). “Farm Legends”, p.87, Belford Bros.