Jam jamming, ” Meghan chanted in a sing song voice. “I like the idea, the feel. I KNOW what you are getting at. Where does a sound end? Has the Earth been pumping billions upon billions of horrendous noises into the depths of space since the time primates began walking? Can you imagine all the noisy concerts, explosions of war, and thundering of bombs, all drifting endlessly into empty darkness? Can you imagine? For infinity? Frozen glaciers, devoid rocks, suddenly illuminated to be crushed by all that deafening din, waking the inhabitants of other planets. Jamming alien satellite signals. If there is life out there, it wants to destroy us.. I must be really stoned to see this so clearly. Jaime Allison Parker
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
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George Bernard Shaw
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
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Lewis Carroll
A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.
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Amit Ray
Don't bite off more than you can chew because nobody looks attractive spitting it back out.
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Carroll Bryant
The moment you stop trying to become a better person, is the moment you start to become worse than what you already are.
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Carroll Bryant
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