Quotes About Christopher

To begin with a summary of Paine's astonishing life and career is to commence with a sense of wonder that he was ever able to emerge at all.

and showed him to be a villa-dwelling dependent and not an ascetic cave-dwelling guerrilla.

Today I want to puke when I hear the word "radical" applied so slothfully and stupidly to Islamist murderers; the most plainly reactionary people in the world.)

For a fuller account of the revelations of the Moscow archives, and their detailed vindication of Orwell, see my Introduction to Orwell in Spain (Penguin, 2001).

Society is produced by our wants and government by our wickedness.

He would appear never to have diluted his opinions in the hope of seeing his byline disseminated to the paying customers; this alone is a clue to why he still matters.

The Bible commands us to love our enemies. I love the Pope very much.

Prayers: A petition that the laws of nature be suspended in favour of the petitioner; himself confessedly unworthy.

You, Christopher, with your centuries of Anglo-Saxon freedom behind you, with your Magna Carta engraved upon your heart, cannot understand that we poor barbarians need the stiffness of a uniform to keep us standing upright.

George feels flattered and excited...He can't resist slipping into the role Kenny so temptingly offers him.

That holy shape becomes a devil best.

Things senseless live by art, and rational die By rude contempt of art and industry.

I can't believe Joe Koch is complaining about the Goodreads Quote system

The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd,      When he arrived last upon the 1 stage,      Have made our poet pen his Second Part,      Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp,      And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs 2 down.      But what became of fair

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

I know that even now, having watched enough television, you probably won't even refer to them as lepers so as to spare their feelings. You probably call them 'parts-dropping-off challenged' or something.

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age. I thought you liked redheads. I do. What's your point?

That's a horrible plan. Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.

Ydych chi'n cymryd cerdynnau credid? said the highwayman, no doubt trying to frighten me further, his consonants chained like anal beads strung out of hell's own bunghole.

So I'm all, Owned! Bee-yatch! Dog fucking owned you! Doing a minor booty dance of ownage, perhaps, in retrospect, a bit prematurely. (I believe hip-hop to be the apprpriate language for taunting, at least until I learn French.)

And he was like The sedative in the blood, blah, blah, four hours, blah, blah, nerdspeak, geektalk - -Abby

Ack! Parables. I hate parables.

evil is our trade, but not so deep a darkness as politics.