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While so much is said of the inferior intellect of woman, it is by a strange absurdity conceded that very many eminent men owe their station in life to their mothers.

Who did you eat this time? (Acheron) It wasn’t a who, akri. It was something that had hornies on its head like me. There were a bunch of them actually. All of them had hornies and they made a strange moo-moo sound. (Simi)

[William Eggleston] sets forth what makes up our ordinary world. What is there, however strange, can be accepted without question; familiarity will be what overwhelms us.

[Wilson] has this strange inability to censor himself, and he'll say these things that are sometimes quite caustic or end up creating some kind of violent reaction, you know. But, you know, I admire that.

With Germany herself falling, it is not strange that the nations leagued with her also went down to defeat.

With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.

Women are so strange in their influence that they tempt you to misplaced kindness.

Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.

Worldliness is whatever makes sin look normal and righteousness look strange.

Words can be turned into spears. They can be turned into prayers. It's a strange world that you are in. But you deal with words.

Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?

Would it not be strange if a universe without purpose accidentally created humans who are so obsessed with purpose?

Writers were a strange sort; I knew that much from the newspapers.

Y'all take care of yourself now... strange and interesting friends are hard to find.

Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd.

Yet habit - strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?

Yet how strange a thing is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. Nothing is so similar to life as music.

Yield to that strange passion which sends you madly whirling round the room.

You get lost out of a desire to be lost. But in the place called lost strange things are found.

You always have to sign contracts for several years, if they want to pick you up. It's kind of a strange scenario. They have the option or not.

you are brilliant and subtle if you come from Iowa and really strange and you live as you live and you are always very well taken care of if you come from Iowa.

You can't possibly fathom the ins and outs of a prepubescent beauty treatment until you've felt the strange but exhilarating tingle of a cottage-cheese-and-Pop-Rocks facial.

You certainly do have strange dreams.

You always end up getting involved in things because of, you know, the strange things your life brings you into contact with.

You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.

You've never heard of Chaos theory? Non-linear equations? Strange attractors? Ms. Sattler, I refuse to believe you're not familiar with the concept of attraction.

An anomaly has his own ambitions. You can try reasoning with him, but that's like using money to bribe a beast.

A big slice of the strange, a zap to the synaptic net, the shock of unending Otherness moistened with meaning, special stinks, grace notes, blaring daylight that illuminated without instructing. A marathon that addicted. To wake up from cold sleep and go into that, fresh from the gewgaws and flashy bubble gum of techno-Earth, was – well, a consummation requiring digestion. She could see that Redwing worried at this, could not let it go. Neither could she. Vexing thoughts came, flying strange and fragrant through her mind, but they were not problems, no. They were the shrapnel you carried, buried deep, wounds from meeting the strange.

Srinivasa Ramanujan was the strangest man in all of mathematics, probably in the entire history of science. He has been compared to a bursting supernova, illuminating the darkest, most profound corners of mathematics, before being tragically struck down by tuberculosis at the age of 33... Working in total isolation from the main currents of his field, he was able to rederive 100 years’ worth of Western mathematics on his own. The tragedy of his life is that much of his work was wasted rediscovering known mathematics.

Ah, efendim, insanı dinlenmekten alıkoyan şey hasta bir vicdandır.

As soon as she sees me she swings forward and hits a key on her keyboard. The music cuts off instantly. Strangely, the silence that follows seems just as loud.

And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.

And sometimes, even if everything seems unreal a strange force will appear dragging you back the 'so called' real.

Are you trying to call me strange, Mandrake?” I pout playfully. He nods. “Your strange is what makes you sensational to me.

...And maybe one day you will wake up as an infant in a completely different universe, and your entire life thus far was just one big dream.

Aren't most wonderful things a little bit strange?

A stranger lies behind my eyes, I know not what he wants; sells me dreams, tells me tales, then with the truth, he haunts.

Because blood is blood, and every family has its own force. Its own flavor. Its own charm and strange.

At this point I think we need to embrace the weird. High-five it. Give it our phone number.

But doth must suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.

Don't try to boggle me, Mister Talking Cat. This is Mechanicsburg. You are by no means the strangest thing in this town.

But I know what it’s like when everyone seems to look at you as if you’re a strange creature impossible to understand, so much so you begin to wonder if they’re right.

Captain Harald Biscay rubbed his graying temples, staring deep in thought at the vast star field showing on the large navigation display on the bridge. It had been a pretty rough few days for him. Of all the things he’d seen in his travels through the universe, not many rated worthy of being remembered. Of the few examples of items Captain Biscay rated that highly, when he was a young man, his uncle would often play the bagpipes at strange hours of the night – shortly before being put in a ‘home’. That rated a mention.

Cautiously, he moved further out, checking the roofs, doors, windows. Nothing. He walked out further, keeping against the wooden wall of a building, just in case. His heart was pounding in his ears. Strange, isn’t it? You could be in hundreds of fights, but everyone always seemed like the first time. A million different things could happen, go completely wrong. Then it might well be his last. Where is he? Which building?

Don't you wish we all lived in black light.... for one thing, it would mean an end to toothpaste as we know it

But men are such strange creatures, really. I think most of them would rather we weren’t around at all, so they could just spend time mooning over each other. Hero worship and all that stuff.

But the nightmare was a strange comfort to me; in it, I found a sense of escape, and were it possible to go live in that nightmare, I would have, bizzare though that may sound.

But you cannot know the glimpses I have had, you cannot know there is another, dazzling place, that seems to welcome me! I have been led to it, Helen, by someone marvellous and strange. You won't know this. They will tell you of her, and they will make her seem squalid and ordinary, they will turn my passion into something gross and wrong. You will know, that it is neither of those things. It is only love, Helen - only that. I cannot live, and not be at her side!

Come Hell or High Water" usually depends on the kind of plug you use in the bath tub