How can you get bored when you have firearms? —Dan Dameron
That’s a bag Matt, it’s not your cape. —Brian McNally, co-worker
Because you’re a f***ing moron, that’s why!!! —Miles Crawford, former co-worker and all-around nice guy
I just don’t want to crush my hair… —James Malone, co-worker
Oh yeah, squirrelman—he sits next to me sometimes. –James Malone, co-worker
And then you will see that…I’m not lying. —My physics 228 professor, assuring us that the next part of this long proof (well, it wasn’t a proof per se) would cause what we had just done to make sense.
General Lucifer leads the army of fallen angels…General Christ leads God’s army. —My English professor, on Paradise Lost.
Dad: …And every time you open the hood, you should do a verbal inspection of everything…
Me: Verbal inspection? So like “Hi, Mr. Fan Belt, how are you? I’m fine, thanks…”
Seen today written on a toilet seat cover dispenser in a University of Washington bathroom:
“George W. campaign party hats”
The Christian is not a homo religiosus but simply a man as Jesus (in distinction from John the Baptist) was a man…Not the flat and banal ‘This-sidedness’ of the Enlightened, of the deep ‘This-sidedness’ which is full of discipline and in which the knowledge of the Death and Resurrection is always present, this is what I mean. When a man really gives up trying to make something of himself–a saint, or a converted sinner, or a churchman (a so-called clerical somebody), a righteous or unrighteous man,…when in the fullness of tasks, questions, success or ill-hap, experiences and perplexities, a man throws him into the arms of God…then he awakes with Christ in Gethsemane. That is faith, that is metanoia and it is thus that he becomes a man and a Christian. How can a man wax arrogant if in a this-sided life he shares the suffering of God?