York School - Peregrine Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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Hdllie Rulh lVloC-Sonigdl I know o girl from o lonely sireel, cold os ice credm, pui siill os svveel. -Blondie Socieiy vvdnis To believe Thor ii con idenlify pod or hdrmful people, bul iT's noi prooiicol. There ore no siereolypes. The Thing is, some people ore jusl psychologioolly less reody for fdilure Thon oihers. -Theodore Roperl Bundy A cold hond fell on Louis' shoulder. Rdohdel's voice vvds groling, full of din' , . . dorling ii sold. -Siephen King Uh Bdbidh! -The Georgidns from your orrn. book. 'iNormon, pul me downl You musl redch inside dnd pull me like o silver puller -Didne Wdkoski I never holed o mon enough To give him diornonds -Zso Zso Gopour -Mrs. Boies Why odn'T you be

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I will noT mdke ony deols wiTh you. l've resigned. I will noT be pushed, filed, sTomped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. lvly life is my own. -John Drdke VI They soy iT's mosTIy vdniTy ThoT wriTes The ploys we ocT. They Tell me ThoT's whoT everybody knows. There's no such Thing ds sdniTy ond ThoT's The sonesT focT. ThoT's The wdy The sTory goes, -Mork Knopfler And don'T be so glommyl AfTer dll, iT's noT ThoT owful. Remember whoT The fellow sold? 'ln ITdly for ThirTy yedrs under The Borgicis They hdd wdrfdre, Terror, murder, ond bloodshed: buT They produced Ivlichdeldngelo, Leonordo do Vinci ond The Renois- sdnce. 'In SwiTzerldnd They hdd broTherly love ond five hundred yedrs of democrocy ond peoce ond whoT did ThoT geT Them? The cuckoo clock.' -Hdrry Lime, The Third Man Kdli: My people hove o soying, A mon who TrusTs con never be beTroyed. Only misToken. Avon: Your people musT hdve d very shorT life expecToncy. -Blokes 7 Toro: You wonno' WOIK? Greg: l'd roTher be corried . . . -courTesy of Jeff Ross ond Neil Burnside And Though They did hurT me so 'iExceIIenT wreTch! PerdiTion . cdTch my soul BuT I do love Thee! And when I love Thee noT, Choos hos come ogdin. -Shokespedre, Ofhello Did They give you ony redson' inquired Guillom. 'Or is iT jusT becduse you've losT your fi- gure'?' IT wds redson ThoT Smiley fixed on. 'Redson os logic or redson os moTive'? Or redson os o woy of life? They don'T hove To give me redsons. I con wriTe my own domn reosons. And ThoT is noT The some. ThoT is noT The some GS The hdlf-bokes Toler- once ThoT comes from no long- er cdring. ' -John LeCorre Aren'T you deod'? -Jdmes T. Kirk, Adm CreT.j 'TEverybody's ploying The gdme BuT nobody's rules ore The some. BeTTer leorn To go iT olone ' recognize you're ouT on your own Nobody's on Nobody's Side Never Toke ci sTrdnger's odvice Never IeT ci friend fool you Twice Never be The firsT To believe Never be The losT To deceive Nobody's on Nobody's Side -Adrionno bod, In The fecir ond dldrm. You did noT deserT me, my BroThers In Arms -lvldrk Knopfler

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ToTo, I don'T Think we're in Konsos onymore. Hey bdbe, Toke o wolk on The wild side. -Lou Reed B.C. ll -seniors lvlossime Siod! -seniors Life iTself inviTes us To give up ond iT is in rejecfing The offer ThdT mokes The humon presence known. -Richord Poirer There ore ploces l'll remember Though some hove chonged. Some forever noT for beTTer, some hove gone ond some remdin. All These pldces hod Their momenTs wiTh lovers ond friends l sTiIl recoil. Some ore deod ond some ore living. ln my life, l've loved Them dll. -Lennon ond lvlcCorTney STu, does The word philisTine hove ony meoning in your lexicon? -The big guy WhoT, me worry? -Alfred E. Newmon . . good To me -Tino Turner Remember, keep your eye ouT for The mercy. -M There is no such Thing os d free lunch. -Eorl BuTz Jon bud, you're foiling me, You 'ol PJ Clvl ond JZ FirsT Thing you mighT wonf To do is pick up dll These sTrows. -mon wiTh o bodge Weep for whoT liTTle Things could moke Them glod. -Roberf FrosT Bork! Bork! Why didn'T you voTe for Hork? lvloon The Hork, Hork The Moon, Bork oT The lvloon. Hork! Hork! Chinomon, Hork QT The Bdrkmoon. Bridge To CopTdin Hork! We hove d problem on Hork's Moon. Hork Hork Benji Conscienfiousness is born of rebellion. -AlberT Comus Why does mon kill? He kills for food. And noT only for food: There musT be d beveroge. -Woody Allen I goT o girlfriend wiTh bows in her hoir, ond noTh- ing is beTTer Thon ThoT. -Tolking Heods Oh yeoh!