Aleksandra Klęczar

“Już wiosna z ciepłym powraca powiewem,
Już marcowego nieba i mórz gniewy
Wesoły Zefir koi pieszczotami.
Wnet ziemie Frygii zostaną za nami,
Katullu, pola Nicei uprawne -
Polećmy do miast azjatyckich sławnych!
Już do włóczęgi myśl zrywa się lotem,
Nogi się prężą z radosnej ochoty.
A więc żegnajcie, towarzysze mili!
W podróż daleką wspólnieśmy ruszyli,
Różnymi szlaki wrócimy z powrotem.”
― Catullus

“[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving up you privicies, your follies and your leasure. It means you can love nothing and no one too much, or you are no longer a leader, you are led.”
― Dorothy Dunnett, Queens' Play

“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socioeconomic unfairness.”
― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms: The Play

“think some important scientific questions have finally been answered. Alien life exists, and they are assholes.”
― James S.A. Corey, The Mercy of Gods