Quotes of: Rat Keyword

I have employed someone who earns money for me and does not charge anything .. i call it my corpus or nest egg. It is a beautiful feeling when your corpus earns money and beats your salary

From the Rat Race to Financial Freedom

Col. Hans Landa: What a tremendously hostile world that a rat must endure. Yet not only does he survive, he thrives. Because our little foe has an instinct for survival and preservation second to none... And that, Monsieur, is what a Jew shares with ...

Inglourious Basterds

Skinner: [interrogating Linguini after plying him with wine] Have you ever had a pet rat? Linguini: No. Skinner: Did you work in a lab with rats? Linguini: Nooope. Skinner: Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point? Linguini: Nopity, nopity noo.

Ratatouille

What about the rat race in the first place? Is it worthwhile? Or are you just buying into someone else's definition of success? Only you can decide that, and you'll have to decide it over and over and over. But if you think it's a rat race, before yo...

Sheryl Sandberg

The music had ceased. Alex walked over to the gramophone, wound it up again, and put on more blues, a woman singing this time, gay and sad at once, like a stranded angel who had traded holiness for humanity but remembered what it used to be like to k...

Bride of the Rat God

When reading a book, one hopes it doesn’t turn into a painful process. Predictable is bad enough. Laborious is acceptable if the labor produces fruit. But with painfully bad writing, all one can do is grab a hatchet, slice off its head, and bury it...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

I suck the words word-dry to me, assimilated orderly at breakeye speed still hard and harder softer then line-lined book-dry ‘til not a drop of water-blood from oak and elm and authored men is left to whisper “Read…

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and scrapes and pulls me back to earth, my final B&B, that worm-spun cot of cool black sod.

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

God, O God, where art thou? Thou art as distant to me as the lady combing rice in the Yunnan Province of China or a piece of floating space debris circling Pegasi. In this feeling-dead world of post traumatic stress, skepticism is king, queen, and co...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

The Page awaits the Inspiration even as Inspiration roams the world of man, seeking a Page upon which to unfurl itself, body and soul, bare yet clothed in immortality if not immediacy. And the gods said, “Let there be a Page, and many a Page,” an...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stand the accordion . . .

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

The most important experiences of a man are those which take him to his or her limit. To learn beyond that, one needs to accumulate all the courage and expand his limits. Sex, pain and love are all extreme experiences. Dreaming big is another such ex...

From the Rat Race to Financial Freedom

A brilliant idea is like a baby in a mothers womb. You need to bring it out in the world, nurture it, feed it, grow it, till it becomes big enough to take care of itself. If you leave it at the stage of an idea itself, it is as good as non existent.

From the Rat Race to Financial Freedom

Who is going to teach fighting spirit to our kids if they are growing up watching us sitting in a comfortable zone in life. We got to wake up and fight it out in our areas of passion, and be an example for our kids.

From the Rat Race to Financial Freedom

The first time I ever met Stephen King, he came up to me, and we went to shake hands, and he had, like, this fake rubber rat that he kind of, you know, shook at me. You know, and I said, 'No, this is a cliche - this can't be. Stephen King is trying t...

Rob Reiner

I'm deathly afraid of rats.

Jodi Lyn O'Keefe

I was a late bloomer. I was still naïve about what 16 year olds today have known for years. I remember sitting up and taking notice—of the world, my body, others—in a way never before experienced. I noticed boys, or rather they noticed me, at 16...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

I don’t want to believe in boxes or one-way relationships; I’m naïve, you see. I’d rather moon the moon than flip off a friend, but sometimes I flip so I don’t get flipped. And I still think I’m misunderstanding the Golden Rule.

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

A mist rises from a nearby mound. It could be me, that mist, or simply the caretaker’s mower-dust. If the breeze blows just right, I’ll ghost your solid, entwine your hair. Promise me you won’t shampoo, but carry me along, tiny dust-particles o...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

The setting sun threatened to consume me—it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy: slain by a magnificent slice of piercing orange energy. I simply turned and walked away; I would live another day.

On Being a Rat and Other Observations

I should have been conceived during Woodstock; it’s in my blood: that burning desire to turn an absolute on its head and see what’s underneath. I’m as random as I can be and as responsible as I should be. Attempting to fuse the two makes for in...

On Being a Rat and Other Observations