56789 Quotes & Sayings

Don't call me Daddy unless you mean it."
"How do you know I don't mean it?"
"Because your clothes are on and your ass isn't in the air. — Marshall Thornton

Enchantment is the oldest form of medicine. — Carl Jung

Is that why you had to pin her wrists to the floor? Haven't I taught you better on how to treat a lady? You can't hold them against their will." She turned to me, her lips broadening her smile. "I didn't mean to scare you. Really. I thought ... well ... don't mind me." She stepped closer, her eyes raking over my body. "But I can see why he did. Holy shit." She looked me in the face again. "You are a girl, right? God, please say yes."
"Pam, this is Sang Sorenson. Sang, this is my stepmom, Pam. And yes, she's a fucking girl."
"Thank the lord," she said, and she stepped around Gabriel and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you, thank you." She smelled heavily of cigarettes and perfume that got caught in my throat, but her hug felt genuine.
"Jesus H. Christ," Gabriel breathed out, pressing a hand to his forehead. — C.L.Stone

I think art can reflect tragedy. — John Corigliano

We should daily feel a deeper union with Life, a greater sense of that Indwelling God - the God of the seen and of the unseen - within us. — Ernest Holmes

What she didn't say was:
"Can I punch both your sisters?"
"How do you cope with this, all the time?"
"Why can't it be the two of us, like it was before?"
And,
"Do you realize I've fallen for you? — Harriet Evans

I'm Jesus Christ, whether you want to accept it or not, I don't care. — Charles Manson

Art is the image of life, it's purpose simply to enhance it. — Julian Casablancas

I have a lot of energy, a lot of interest, a lot of desire. — Wendy Whelan

When you have a creative mind it doesn't stop going. — Alison Moyet

Patriotism consists not in waving the flag, but in striving that our country shall be righteous as well as strong. — James Bryce

We drove down Corydon avenue towards my mother's apartment. How are you doing, she asked me? Fine, fine, I said. I wanted to tell her that I felt I was dying from rage and that I felt guilty about everything and that when I was a kid I woke up every morning singing, that I couldn't wait to leap out of bed and rush out of the house into the magical kingdom that was my world, that dust made visible in sunbeams gave me real authentic joy, that my sparkly golden banana-seated bike with the very high sissy bar took my breath away, the majesty of it, that it was mine, that there was no freer soul in the world than me at age nine, and that now I wake up every morning reminding myself that control is an illusion, taking deep breaths and counting to ten trying to ward off panic attacks and hoping that my own hands hadn't managed to strangle me while I slept. — Miriam Toews

People like to compare something to something that they know. Even with Chris Rock, they say he's like Richard Pryor or Eddie Murphy. — Hannibal Buress

NEIGHBOR, n. One whom we are commanded to love as ourselves, and who does all he knows how to make us disobedient. — Ambrose Bierce