#gas

While Coach Hedge was having dinner on the foredeck, a wild pegasus appeared from nowhere,stampeded over the coach’s enchiladas, and flew off again, leaving cheesy hoof prints all across the deck. “What was that for?” the coach demanded. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#coach #humor #pegasus #humor

The Circus-Circus is what the whole hep world would be doing Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war. This is the sixth Reich. The ground floor is full of gambling tables, like all the other casinos . . . but the place is about four stories high, in the style of a circus tent, and all manner of strange County-Fair/Polish Carnival madness is going on up in this space. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#nazis #vegas #humor

Brush strokes write poetry harmonized through the cords of an artist's imagination. Color, contrast, simple compassion splattered across paper leaves tainted with the melody of the silent wind. Gasping, grasping, simply glancing at the souls of those who were not blessed with the visionary sight of inspirational artistry. ↗

— Laura S. Al Bast

#artistry #color #gasping #quote #sight

I run like an electric golf cart. Now I look at eating as a way to feed my body and keep me younger. It's not about starving your body, but treating your body like a Ferrari. You don't put in the crappiest gas you can find. You use supreme. In the long term, you'll run clean. ↗

— Carol Alt

#body #cart #clean #eating #electric

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#nagasawa #life

Is it a sin to hold something more important than your life? Should I be condemned for that? ↗

— Arina Tanemura

#takuto #life

In my next life I want to live backwards. Start out dead and finish off as an orgasm. ↗

— Woody Allen

#reborn #life

My life motto: My brakes are broke, but luckily my gas pedal works just fine.
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— Jarod Kintz

#broke #gas-pedal #go #life #motto

Even a minor event in the life of a child is an event of that child's world and thus a world event ↗

— Gaston Bachelard

#gaston-bachelard #life

She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past! ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#margaret-hale #north-and-south #quotes #life