List of Sons of Anarchy Characters Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Soa Indian Hills Members

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    Shea—they call him Scholar Jack—
    Went down the list of the dead.
    Officers, seamen, gunners, marines,
    The crews of the gig and yawl,
    The bearded man and the lad in his teens,
    Carpenters, coal-passers—all.
    Joseph I. C. Clarke (1846–1925)

    I think that the farmer displaces the Indian even because he redeems the meadow, and so makes himself stronger and in some respects more natural.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)

    The damned are in the abyss of Hell, as within a woeful city, where they suffer unspeakable torments, in all their senses and members, because as they have employed all their senses and their members in sinning, so shall they suffer in each of them the punishment due to sin.
    St. Francis De Sales (1567–1622)

    Please accept my resignation. I don’t care to belong to any club that will have me as a member.
    Groucho Marx (1895–1977)

    Feminism is an entire world view or gestalt, not just a laundry list of women’s issues.
    Charlotte Bunch (b. 1944)

    Our sons their fathers’ failing language see,
    And such as Chaucer is shall Dryden be.
    Alexander Pope (1688–1744)

    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
    William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)

    When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.
    Luigi Pirandello (1867–1936)

    Kicking the heart
    with pain’s big boots running up and down
    the intestines like a motorcycle racer.
    Anne Sexton (1928–1974)