The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Monday, December 30, 2013

Quote of the day 12-30

Is freedom anything else than the right to live as we wish? Nothing else

 

Epictetus

 

Friday, December 27, 2013

Quote of the day 12-27

If something comes to life in others because of you, then you have made an approach to immortality

 

Norman Cousins

 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Monday, December 23, 2013

Release Day for In Case of Death!

 

 

Announcing the release of the third book in The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic series...In Case of Death!

 

Men are dying mysteriously all over the world, but as Gabriel Celtic soon discovers…The killer lives in his own back yard!

 

Having started a new journey in life with his newfound daughter, Gabriel Celtic soon learns that the life of a private investigator is not always what it’s cracked up to be.

Arriving home late one night from a long trip of bounty hunting, Gabriel is confronted by a mysterious message from an old friend. The mystery expands the next day when he discovers that two of his past lovers want to hire him…to find the murderer of their husbands!

At the same time, a mysterious man suddenly shows up in Gabriel’s life. Known only as Preacher, Gabriel has to convince Abby to bring him on to help in the investigation.

Together, the three of them delve into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the murdered husbands, only to find that they were only two of many that have met a similar fate.

Tracking the murderer becomes cumbersome as he hides in plain sight, his name hidden behind the gibberish of a mysterious book. And when they do start getting close…he brings their world crashing down around them!

Check out this latest chapter in The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic series as J.T. Lewis weaves a story of action and suspense that will leave you begging for more!

 

You can find In Case of Death at the following retailers!

 

 


Amazon
Barnes and NobleSmashwords

Out soon on Kobo, Diesel, and iTunes (iBooks)!

Paperbacks can be obtained at Amazon and Barnes and Noble!
  

 

 

 



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Posted By J.T. Lewis to Did I Stutter? (Well....maybe...) at 12/23/2013 03:21:00 PM

Release Day for In Case of Death!


Announcing the release of the third book in The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic series...In Case of Death!


Men are dying mysteriously all over the world, but as Gabriel Celtic soon discovers…The killer lives in his own back yard!

Having started a new journey in life with his newfound daughter, Gabriel Celtic soon learns that the life of a private investigator is not always what it’s cracked up to be.
Arriving home late one night from a long trip of bounty hunting, Gabriel is confronted by a mysterious message from an old friend. The mystery expands the next day when he discovers that two of his past lovers want to hire him…to find the murderer of their husbands!
At the same time, a mysterious man suddenly shows up in Gabriel’s life. Known only as Preacher, Gabriel has to convince Abby to bring him on to help in the investigation.
Together, the three of them delve into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the murdered husbands, only to find that they were only two of many that have met a similar fate.
Tracking the murderer becomes cumbersome as he hides in plain sight, his name hidden behind the gibberish of a mysterious book. And when they do start getting close…he brings their world crashing down around them!
Check out this latest chapter in The Adventures of Gabriel Celtic series as J.T. Lewis weaves a story of action and suspense that will leave you begging for more!

You can find In Case of Death at the following retailers!




AmazonBarnes and NobleSmashwords

Out soon on Kobo, Diesel, and iTunes (iBooks)!

Paperbacks can be obtained at Amazon and Barnes and Noble!
  




Quote of the day 12-23

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Leo Tolstoy

Friday, December 20, 2013

Quote of the day 12-20

In matters of conscience, first thoughts are best. In matters of prudence, last thoughts are best

Robert Hall

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Quote of the day 12-19

It is less trouble and more satisfaction to bury two families than to select and equip a home for one

Mark Twain's Autobiography

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Quote of the day 12-18

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails

William Arthur Ward

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Quote of the day 12-17

The secret to business is to know something nobody else knows

 

Aristotle Onassis

 

 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Quote of the day 12-13

If you want to increase your success rate, double your failure rate

Thomas J. Watson

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Monday, December 9, 2013

Quote of the day 12-9

Risk more than others think is safe. Care more than others think is wise. Dream more than others think is practical. Expect more than others think is possible.

 

Unknown A Hole

 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Excerpt From The Upcoming Nick Behr Mystery...kidNAP Inc.



A bit of humor this morning as I introduce kidNAP Inc.'s Nick Behr and his dysfunctional life. Also, living most of my #/% years as an Electrical Contractor, this passage rings truer than you would guess and makes me giggle just a little bit.


Walking toward may dad’s office, I notice my parent’s cat sitting in a nook of the bookshelf in the hall. The yellow striped cat, Angel, has been a fixture in their house for eight or nine years now. Every time I see it, it’s planted in some new location. It had always seemed to me that she would hunt out a new location, and then hang until she had sucked out every bit of comfort available there before moving on. Actually, I can’t remember ever seeing her walk anywhere. It was more like she just magically appeared at some new location.
Her disinterested eyes move toward me as I pass, seeming to tell me to move on, there’s nothing to see here.
She is probably getting ready to disappear again. It freaks me out a little.
“Hey Earl,” I say as I walk into the den. Dad always hates it when I call him by his first name. I suppose that’s why I do it.
“Nick,” my dad replies noncommittally, like I had just been here yesterday.
He is huddled over a drafting table, concentrating on some blue prints.
“What are you doing?” I ask halfheartedly, hoping to find something fairly non-personal to talk about until dinner.
Earl Behr was not someone you really wanted involved in your personal life. My dad would tell you he’s pretty level headed about most things however, if you consider ‘most things’ to be about chewing tobacco or union electricians that is. Red Man Golden Blend was, of course, the ultimate in chewing pleasure, with the best taste and uniformity of any blend. Knowing that, my dad would still buy whatever was cheapest, saving purchasing the good stuff for church and weddings.
This had been continually drilled into my head at an early age, and there was even a time when I was about 12 in the early 90’s that the subject seemed to come up at supper most every night. I think he believed that all real men started chewing when they were twelve, so it was more or less his duty to enlighten me on his years of chewing wisdom.
It made for a very uncomfortable meal, my mom being adamantly opposed to passing on the chewing gene to her offspring.
As to his thoughts on union electricians, well, let’s just say he tolerated the overpaid, under-talented pricks and let it go at that.
“Working on a strategic plan for losing my ass,” he suddenly replies.
I jerk a little when he spoke. It seems like I had asked the question twenty minutes ago.
“Good work if you can get it,” I reply as I sit down in his recliner, “Strategic planning I mean.”
“Humph,” he replied, looking up at me for the first time through crooked reading glasses. “What’d you do to your hair?” he asked as he stared at me like I had grown another head.
“I haven’t done anything to it,” I reply uncomfortably. I got that way anytime Earl focused on me. I gave another quick thought to getting it cut.
“I’m actually calculating the cost of how much this job is going to cost to wire” he continues angrily as he quickly loses interest in me again. “Like that means anything.”
I have missed listening to one of my dad’s tirades, and I wasn’t about to let it go at that.
“Seems like it should be pretty simple,” I goad him along. “Don’t the architect’s have everything lined out before you even get the plans?”
His jaw dropped like I had just told him that grandma was a whore.
“Architects are a blight on society, and they can also kiss my lilywhite ass. You wanna know how an architect works?”
I got comfortable in the recliner, lamenting the fact that I didn’t have a bucket of popcorn to go along with the show. Extra butter.
“Architects take all of these ideas of what the owner wants,” he proceeds without my input, “then they make a Cadillac plan of the project.”
“Do you know how architect’s get paid?” he asked me then, his eyes bugging out to twice their normal size. They were daring me to answer, all the while knowing I’d be wrong.
“Don’t they give the owner a flat price up front?” I proffered, shrewdly stirring the pot.
“Hell no!” he screams, pounding his fist on the drafting table for emphasis. “They get paid a percentage of the whole project! So if they can sneak their overpriced, la-de-dah plan in the front door, then they can finally buy their condo in Puerto Vallarta!”
It came out sounding like Pewter Vee-art-ah, but I let that slide.
“Then the owners say, ‘we can’t do that, it’s too expensive,’ so the architect takes it back to his opulent office and works on it some more. That goes on for a few weeks, and then the architect see’s the cost of his job dwindling while his costs are climbing ever higher. Then he calls me.”
“He calls you?” I ask, actually surprised that an architect would stoop so low as to call my dad.
“Says, Hey Earl, how big do you think the electrical service should be on this new building we’re looking at?”
“I says, ‘I don’t know off the top of my head, but that I could design it for you’.”
“Well, we are the designers of course; Mr. holier than thou replies, but we could sure use your input.”
“’How much you pay me’, I ask then, enjoying the sputtering I’m hearing on the line.”
We really don’t have any budget left to hire outside consultant’s Earl.
“‘Ok, I’ll do it for free,’ I say then, ‘Providing you can guarantee I get the job’.”
“Then the sputtering really gets humming on their end.”
“I’m sorry Earl, this was a bad idea. Maybe we’ll just call Jubal Lancaster.”
“Isn’t he Amish?” I ask, confused but now getting into the story.
“Egg-zactly!” the Old Man squeals, “Least ways, he used to be. Now he’s one of them there Mennonites, and of course that apparently automatically makes them electrical geniuses!”
“So I says, ‘you’re gonna ask a guy that grew up without electricity how to design the electric in your new building’?”
“You did it anyway didn’t you,” I say then.
“Damn right I did,” dad replies, “I couldn’t leave it up to that goat herder; I gotta live in this community.”
I nod, appearing to agree with his reasoning.
“Well, at least you’re the most familiar with it. It should be a breeze for you to quote it now,” I say then, knowing that we were still far from finishing the story.
“Hell yeah I know what’s needed to quote the job, so what? You think that’s the end of it?”
I shrug noncommittally, enjoying his seething.
“Sure, if all I had to do was bid the parts and the labor, I’d-a had it done yesterday! But then I have to factor in how bad the engineer fucked it up, and throw in how bad the economy is and how low the other contractors will bid. Then I’ll halve my bid, and if I guessed right, I will have a good estimate of how much money I will lose if I get this job.”
His face is contorted and red as he says this.
“Doesn’t seem like it’s worth it,” I offer.
“Paid your way through college didn’t it!” he challenges me, “kept you in clothes and got you a down payment on that house you gave away in your divorce!”

Shit! How’d this get turned around so quick?

Friday, December 6, 2013

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Quote of the day 5-6

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose

 

Wilfred Owen

 

Quote of the day 5-2

Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial.

George Saunders

Quote of the day 12-5

No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it.

Paulo Coelho

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Quote of the day 12-3

Our freedom can be measured by the number of things we can walk away from

Vernon Howard

Monday, December 2, 2013

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Release Day For The Artifact Hunter!

Check out J.T. Lewis’ new NA Action/Adventure…The Artifact Hunter!



“Secret societies, murder, and intrigue are just the start as the action starts rolling from the very first page in The Artifact Hunter!”


Finding an old yet infamous desk, Jesse Flanagan thinks he has died and gone to heaven when he also finds a mysterious old document hidden inside of it. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world, he turns to his old friend Abraham to have the items evaluated and put up for sale.
When he arrives at Abe’s shop the next morning however, he stumbles upon the gruesome sight of his friend…murdered!
Removing the items to his own warehouse, he can only assume that Abe has been killed during a robbery attempt until he suddenly finds his own life in peril!
Accidentally killing the man that was trying to kill him, Jesse must now go on the run as he tries to figure out who is after him…and why!

The find of a lifetime falls into Jesse's average life and turns it upside down. An adventure that spans generations keeps you on the edge of your seat with excitement! (K.R. Jordan)

Jesse Flanagan is a young, carefree antique dealer, enjoying both his entrepreneurship and making money. Confronted with the death of his friend, as well as an unsuccessful attempt on his own life, Jesse must suddenly throw himself into a life off the grid.
Hiding in an abandoned house, Jesse immerses himself in the case. Calling on some never-before-used skills that he has garnered from his library of action/adventure novels, he nevertheless hasn’t a clue as to what the killers are after…or even who they are.

Loved Jesse Flanagan, and a nod to the author for working himself into this story. Adored that touch. (Alexandrea Weis)

The Artifact Hunter has a unique format as the reader follows both the current adventure, as well as glimpses into the path of the artifact as it travels through history.

The Artifact Hunter is set in both the past and the present and the story comes together in the middle before coming to its conclusion. I don't typically care for stories that flip back and forth, I often lose track of who is who, however, this one was well written and both storylines are interesting and captivating. In one half of the story we follow the journey of a dispatch from the American Revolution, in the other, we follow Antique dealer Jesse Flanagan and what happens when he happens across the same dispatch in an old desk. (Author Jenna Hodge)

The past and the present are dynamically weaved to keep you wanting more and more! (Author K.R. Jordan)

Reviews:



This is action/adventure story telling at it's best! I literally couldn't put it down. I highly recommend adding this to your TBR list, I promise you won't be sorry. JT Lewis has a flair for capturing your attention and drawing you into the story. Loved it!
Author Garden Summerland

J.T. Lewis pins us to the wall with this awesome action adventure novel! Your heart will beat fast and hard as the story starts in 5th gear and stays there! The past and the present are dynamically weaved to keep you wanting more and more! Jesse is an unassuming entrepreneur and his character is loveable and well developed. You will relate to his strong but vulnerable side.
You will be impressed by this intriguing and amped up suspense novel!!
Author K.R. Jordan

A real roller coaster ride, this is intricate story weaves the past and present into a spellbinding novel that will please any reader. Loaded with action and a little taste of history, we are taken on a journey through the American Revolution and end up in modern times where a mystery is uncovered. There is suspense, a lot of action, and a hero that you can cheer for. Loved Jesse Flanagan, and a nod to the author for working himself into this story. Adored that touch. You get drawn into the complexity of the storyline, and the way it is told is captivating. Well-written and fast-paced, The Artifact Hunter is a winner. Don’t miss out on this intriguing tale.
Author Alexandrea Weis


You can find The Artifact Hunter here!:





Excerpt!


The Artifact Hunter
By
J.T. Lewis
Copyright 2013 by J.T. Lewis

March 1777
New York Colony

The man in the red uniform glanced around nervously, noticing the horse’s breath freezing in wisps of mist in the early morning light.
The night had turned cold again, dropping down below freezing after the sunny spring weather of the previous day. Sergeant James Turner pulled his wrap tighter around himself, breathing his hot breath into his gloved fists to try to warm his frozen hands.
“Blimey! Will this trek never end?” he mumbled to himself for the hundredth time.
Turner’s old mare tripped suddenly on a frozen clod of soil. Tensing quickly, the Sergeant gripped his legs tightly around the horse as he pulled back on the reins.
“Whoa Gertrude…steady there old girl.”
Regaining control, Turner glanced to his right, shivering at the thought of dropping into the partially frozen bog beside him.
Blasted country! he thought angrily as he tapped his heels into Gertrude’s flank, getting her moving again. Although he was dreadfully cold, James Turner was thankful for the frozen ground below him, preferring it to the slimy mud of the previous day.
Ordered by his major to make his way north along the Swamp Road for this special mission, he quietly questioned the logic of the plan and the sanity of the officer. The major had calculated that he would be less likely to be observed in the swamp, but he had to know that this route would take three times as long to traverse.
Didn’t he?
Turner shrugged his shoulders while trying to get comfortable on the saddle. He hadn’t obtained the rank of sergeant by questioning his superior’s orders, but sometimes he wondered why he cared.
The pompous and elitist Royals and their clans ruled the Army by the mere fact of their lineage. It was a system that had been in place for centuries, and even God himself couldn’t seem to change that fact, Turner thought testily.
His thoughts turned to the colonies and the people that lived within. He now believed that the citizens of this country must be the most determined lot he had ever run across, and he was in awe of their fortitude.
They call themselves Americans, he reflected with a smile, and they had the bollocks to challenge the king himself!
And don’t forget about the land!
Discounting his current location of course, the abundance of the beautiful and fertile commodity was mindboggling! 
When the news had hit that the colonials were seeking independence from the mother country, his whole regiment had laughed at the thought. They had been certain that a quick foray across the Atlantic would quickly squelch such a notion.
So far however, this expedition had been anything but short. Now Turner himself was starting to have second thoughts on the matter.
Maybe these backcountry hill climbers had something going on here after all!
Turner continued to reflect on the vast expanses of farmland that could be had for a fair price, something unheard of in England. He had also noticed the industriousness of the people in the cities, proudly starting their own businesses and working at them with a fervor that seemed lacking back home.
But the biggest implement of change in Turner’s thinking were the actions of his army’s officers themselves. The longer the regiment stayed in the colonies, the farther the commanders of his unit seemed to slide away from reality.
The colonials wouldn’t fight according to the rules,” he had heard them exclaim more than once.
Used to a standard of living based on royal privilege and comfort, the officers were now spending months at a time in the field. Being this far from the palatial estates where they were raised seemed to be more than any of them had bargained for.
Turner suddenly stopped his horse to listen.
Hearing something off to his left, he quietly eyed the sparse vegetation around him. Years in the field had taught him that even the smallest noise could be a threat. After a few minutes of hearing or seeing nothing however, he nudged Gertrude forward along the thin path.
He dismissed the thoughts of his idiot officers as he let a smile draw on his lips. He realized that he could do much worse than making a home here in the colonies. Though they had been in the back of his mind for weeks, this was the first time that he had allowed these treasonous thoughts to come to the fore.
If he lived long enough to make it back home, he would put in for separation from his unit and begin drawing his meager pension. He definitely had enough time, and no one would fault him for getting out after serving with distinction in the Colonial War.
Sergeant James Turner grinned. For the first time in his life he had a reason to look past his time in the service of the king!
While lost in these joyous thoughts, Turner didn’t hear the faint noise to his left.
The click that should have alerted him to the danger of the rifle’s hammer being cocked was ignored. Nor did he notice the flash of the primer in the pan as the hammer came down into it and filled the air with light. The old horse took yet another step before the boom of the ignited gunpowder escaped the muzzle, the hot gasses propelling the lead ball into the side of Sergeant Turner’s head.
In those last fleeting moments, as he was sliding off of the side of the horse his thoughts didn’t linger on regret. Instead, his final thoughts were of the newfound joy he felt over his decision.
Quietly slipping into the bog, the lips retained the smile. The now eerie grin was all that remained of the newborn freedom that he had so recently claimed during the last seconds of his life.

***
Present Day

Jesse Flanagan was in high spirits as he pulled in front of the old shop.
The mysterious voicemail he had received from his cantankerous friend late last night sounded promising, if not a bit cryptic.
Come down to de shop in the mornink me boy, I do believe aw have some good noos for you on both counts! I keep your package safe, heya in my shawp overnight, buried under Atlantic Avenuse.
Abraham always reverted to a weird combination of Hebrew- and New York-accented English when he was excited, but good noos in this business almost always meant good money. The cryptic reference to Atlantic Avenue still had Jesse stumped, however.
Jesse shrugged his shoulders. He usually dismissed most of Abraham’s rantings as a rule of thumb anyway. His friend’s advancing age combined with the large portion of time that he had spent alone had left Abraham Kohen more quirky than normal.
But Jesse had indeed left a package with Abe the previous day to see if the old man could come up with a value for two items of interest. One was an old document, the other a picture of a desk.
The aging Jewish antique dealer loved doing that kind of thing, plus he had a lot more patience than Jesse could ever muster for it.
Of course, Jesse paid him well for his valuations, as nobody did anything for free in this business. Truth be known however, that wasn’t the only reason he continued to bring work to the old man. Over the years, Jesse had actually come to truly like the cantankerous old man, seeing him as the closest thing to a father figure that he had ever had.
Humming happily as he turned off the van, Jesse unfolded his 5’10” frame out the driver’s door and made his way around the front of the truck. Flexing his lean muscles as he walked in an attempt to overcome the previous hour’s drive, Jesse saw something that caused him to stop in his tracks.
A small, jagged hole in the shop’s front door glass put him instantly on alert. Looking up and down the sidewalk to make sure he wasn’t being observed, he then crossed the sidewalk and slowly pushed inside the shop.
The place was a mess!
Somebody’s cleaned him out,” Jesse exclaimed under his breath, knowing that it was but one of the many plagues of big city life.
Shrugging again, he called out to his friend.
“How bad of a hurt did they put on you, Abe?” he yelled as he walked farther into the front room of the store. Glancing around, he saw that several of Abe’s antiques had been severely damaged.
He was never going to hear the end of Abe’s ranting now!
“Hey Abraham! Where ya at, you cantankerous old sot? We already agreed on a price for the valuation you know, so don’t be expecting a bonus just because someone broke up all of your stuff!”
Although spoken with a smile, Jesse was beginning to get a little worried as he continued to walk through the front part of the severely damaged store. Having scoped out the whole of the shop, he decided to head to the rear of the store.
“You hiding out back here?” Jesse called out before making his way through the old fabric that Abe used as a door to the back room.
“Don’t be hitting me with that old baseball bat of yours either!”
He was laughing as he spoke this, but as the curtains dropped away from his face he almost lost his breakfast at the sight before him. Sitting on a stool in front of him sat Abe with his shirt covered in blood!
“Abe!” Jesse shouted as he moved quickly toward the old man. Laying his finger on the cold, dead neck of the man, he then realized Abraham was many hours past hearing him.
Jesse jumped back quickly with the frightening realization that he had touched a dead body.
It was his first.
“Aw Jesus, Abe,” he whispered softly as he backed away slowly, “Who’d ya piss off this time?”
***

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Quote of the day 11-28

You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.

Annie Proulx

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Quote of the day 11-26

Have patience with all things, But, first of all with yourself

Saint Francis de Sales

Monday, November 25, 2013

Friday, November 22, 2013

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Quote of the day 11-21

Children aren't happy with nothing to ignore,
And that's what parents were created for.

Ogden Nash

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Quote of the day 11-20

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree

Martin Luther

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Monday, November 18, 2013

Friday, November 15, 2013

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Quote of the day 11-14

Rich people ask how much. Poor people ask how much down and how much per month

Dave Ramsey

(We’ve all been there)

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Quote of the day 11-13

Life, a good life, a great life is about "Why not?" May we never forget it.

Danielle Steel

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

Friday, November 8, 2013

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Quote of the day 11-7

The first step towards knowledge is to know that we are ignorant

 

Richard Cecil

 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Re: Quote of the day 11-6

AMEN!

Cheryll A. Obendorf, MBA
EcO15 Project Manager

(Sent from my iPhone)

On Nov 6, 2013, at 6:30 AM, "RJ Lewis" <slewis@seidata.com> wrote:

There is no skill worth having that can be measured through a multiple-choice exam

 

Clark Aldrich

 

Quote of the day 11-6

There is no skill worth having that can be measured through a multiple-choice exam

 

Clark Aldrich

 

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Quote of the day 11-5

Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”

 

Mary Ann Radmacher

Monday, November 4, 2013

Quote of the day 11-4

I am thankful to all those who said no. Because of them, I did it myself.

 

Albert Einstein

Friday, November 1, 2013

Thursday, October 31, 2013

quote of the day 10-31

It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.
Herman Melville



Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Quote of the day 10-29

Very often a change of self is needed more than a change of scene

 

A.C. Benson

 

Monday, October 28, 2013

Quote of the day 10-28

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

Jack London

Friday, October 25, 2013

Quote of the day 10-25

Today's public figures can no longer write their own speeches or books, and there is some evidence that they can't read them either.
Gore Vidal

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Quote of the day 10-22

Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.

A.J. Cronin

Monday, October 21, 2013

Quote of the day 10-21

Love is a circular emotion that surrounds you, like a hug Or a noose

Unknown A Hole




Friday, October 18, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Quote of the day 10-17

 

Nobody gets everything in this life. You decide your priorities and you make your choices. I'd decided long ago that any cake I had would be eaten.

Donald E. Westlake

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Quote of the day 10-16

Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny

 

C.S. Lewis (No relation)

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Quote of the day 10-15

The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.

Harper Lee

Monday, October 14, 2013

Friday, October 11, 2013

Quote of the day 10-11

Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm

Winston Churchill

 

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Quote of the day 10-10

My mother told me, ‘If you become a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso

 

Pablo Picasso

 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Quote of the day 10-8

The way positive reinforcement is carried out is more important than the amount

 

B. F. Skinner

 

Monday, October 7, 2013

Sunday, October 6, 2013

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