Albertos Mexican Restaurant Quotes & Sayings

I never dreamed that the little ditties I wrote about annoying customers or bagel recipes would turn into a full-length musical comedy. But a very wise person told me to 'write what you know'. So I did. — Rob McClure

I bought it in a shop," said Twoflower defensively. "I said I wanted a traveling trunk." "That's what you got, all right," said Rincewind. "It's very loyal," said Twoflower. "Oh yes," agreed Rincewind. "If loyalty is what you look for in a suitcase. — Terry Pratchett

Eternity is the end of the end. — Craig D. Lounsbrough

We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces? — Megan Hart

I am the poet with scaring words and blurred letters. I do not know if my poetry is a blessing or a curse. — Doutor Luis Alexandre Ribeiro Branco

That figures," said Mom, stepping in from the landing and closing the door. "The only member of this family with a normal relationship is a sociopath. — Dan Wells

had they gotten hungry partway through their vandalizing? That seemed like a stunning lack of commitment — Robert Kroese

Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?
Then, leave me to my foolishness. — Piers Anthony

In addition, when these men were confronted, they did not stubbornly persist in their sins but repented. Paul commands that we should accept, instruct, and restore such people (Galatians 6:1). So those who sin and fall because of weakness will not be refused forgiveness if they stand up again and do not persist in their sin. Persisting in sin is disastrous. — Martin Luther

We got hard hearts, she said with an accent that wasn't really any particular accent at all. She wasn't good at accents. — Lorrie Moore

The indispensable requirement for a good newspaperman - as eager to tell a lie as the truth. — Norman Mailer

Big cities can have big hearts. — Mary Elise Monsell

He did it now, holding it up before his eyes as he had as a boy, and it did its old, old trick. Through the floating snow you could see a little gingerbread house with a path leading up to it. The gingerbread shutters were closed, but as an imaginative boy you could fancy that one of the shutters was being folded back (as indeed, one of them seemed to be folding back now) by a long white hand, and then a pallid face would be looking out at you, grinning with long teeth, inviting you into this house beyond the world in its slow and endless fantasy-land of false snow, where time was a myth. The face was looking out at him now, pallid and hungry, a face that would never look on daylight or blue skies again.
It was his own face.
He threw the paperweight into the corner and it shattered. He left without waiting to see what might leak out of it. — Stephen King

I don't go to a gym, I don't do yoga. I don't do personal training. — Mikhail Baryshnikov