“ I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else. G.K. Chesterton
“ Inflation is as violent as a mugger, as frightening as an armed robber and as deadly as a hit man. Ronald Reagan
“ Every time I have some moment on a seashore, or in the mountains, or sometimes in a quiet forest, I think this is why the environment has to be preserved. Bill Bradley
“ Here is a new car, a new iPhone. We buy. We discard. We buy again. In recent years, we've been doing it faster. Arlie Russell Hochschild
“ What do you think about America?Everyone always smiles so big! Well—most people. Maybe not so much you. I think it looks stupid. Donna Tartt
“ We perhaps know more than we care to admit, keeping it down in the dark places of our memory-disavowed. When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortur… Jonathan Safran Foer
“ To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidenc… Charlotte Bronte
“ Then she looked at the man on the tree and she smiled wryly. They just aren't as interesting naked, she said. It's the unwrapping that's half the fun. Like with gifts, and eggs. Neil Gaiman
“ The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster… Rick Riordan
“ The gravitational waves of the first detection were generated by a collision of black holes in a galaxy 1.3 billion light-years away, and at a time when Earth was teeming with simple, single-celled or… Neil deGrasse Tyson
“ The consequence of the duchess of Magnus is so great, even arriving at a ball on your arm, Mr. Knight, cannot damage it. She smiled as she made the claim, as if she were amused by her own temerity. Un… Christina Dodd
“ The Nausea has stayed down there, in the yellow light. I am happy: this cold is so pure, this night so pure: am I myself not a wave of icy air? With neither blood, nor lymph, nor flesh. Flowing down t… Jean-Paul Sartre
