Mo Willems (1968) American children's illustrator and writer
Source: Goldilocks and the Three Dinosaurs
Source: Bellwether (1996), Chapter 3 “Tributaries”, Section 3 (p. 119)
Mo Willems (1968) American children's illustrator and writer
Source: Goldilocks and the Three Dinosaurs
“If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?”
Steven Wright (1955) American actor and author
“If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?”
Daniele Luttazzi (1961) Italian comedian
“I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.”
Jennifer Donnelly book Revolution
Source: Revolution
George Bernard Shaw Back to Methuselah
The Serpent, in Pt. I : In the Beginning, Act I; this quote is sometimes misattributed to Robert F. Kennedy; it is often paraphrased slightly in a few different ways, including:
You see things as they are and ask, "Why?" I dream things as they never were and ask, "Why not?"
Variant: You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?
Source: 1920s, Back to Methuselah (1921)
Guy Finley (1949) American self-help writer, philosopher, and spiritual teacher, and former professional songwriter and musician
Secrets of Being Unstoppable
Alvin C. York (1887–1964) United States Army Medal of Honor recipient
Account of 7 October 1918.
Diary of Alvin York
Context: God would never be cruel enough to create a cyclone as terrible as that Argonne battle. Only man would ever think of doing an awful thing like that. It looked like "the abomination of desolation" must look like. And all through the long night those big guns flashed and growled just like the lightning and the thunder when it storms in the mountains at home.
And, oh my, we had to pass the wounded. And some of them were on stretchers going back to the dressing stations, and some of them were lying around, moaning and twitching. And the dead were all along the road. And it was wet and cold. And it all made me think of the Bible and the story of the Anti-Christ and Armageddon.
And I'm telling you the little log cabin in Wolf Valley in old Tennessee seemed a long long way off.