81a Atlantic Ave Quotes & Sayings

I'm really an actor first. I'd love to do more straight plays. — Shuler Hensley

America has a new delicacy, a coarse, rank refinement. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Rest nurtures creativity, which nurtures activity. Activity nurtures rest, which sustains creativity. Each draws from and contributes to the other. — Kim John Payne

I am improvising a brassiere," I said with dignity. "I don't mean to ride sidesaddle through the mountains wearing a dress, and if I'm not wearing stays, I don't mean my breasts to be joggling all the way, either. Most uncomfortable, joggling." "I daresay." He edged into the room and circled me at a cautious distance, eyeing my nether limbs with interest. "And what are those?" "Like them?" I put my hands on my hips, modeling the drawstring leather trousers that Phaedre had constructed for me - laughing hysterically as she did so - from soft buckskin provided by one of Myers's friends in Cross Creek. "No," he said bluntly. "Ye canna be going about in - in - " He waved at them, speechless. "Trousers," I said. "And of course I can. I wore trousers all the time, back in Boston. They're very practical." He — Diana Gabaldon

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation. — Oscar Wilde

Joy of harvest belongs only to those who endure the pain of sowing. — Sunday Adelaja

That's what people want to watch - somebody telling a story. So if you go in and tell a story that makes sense to them, that touches them, then they're going to watch; then they'll tell a friend and that type of thing. In terms of how many people are watching in a given week, it's more the advertiser's job, not mine. — Shaun Sipos

I've turned down millions of dollars to go on reality TV. It's an absolute no-go. — Grace Jones

A few years turned into more years, and more years turned into all years. Years have a habit of behaving like that. — Fredrik Backman

Some of dese mornin's and it won't be long, you gointuh wake up callin' me and Ah'll be gone. — Zora Neale Hurston