Aminta Townshend Quotes & Sayings

I like to prowl ordinary places
and taste the people-
from a distance. — Charles Bukowski

They wouldn't be stereotypes necessarily. But they would be reasonable facsimiles to women as a class. A class not of women, per se, but a class that has almost been created through the mythology of women and how they are used as objects. — Ted Bundy

Life is not an illogicality; yet it is a trap for logicians. — G.K. Chesterton

Is she okay?"
"She's only been out for five minutes."
"It's been a long five minutes."
"Hey! You were out for a whole hour when you went through this. We had to wake you up with a bucket of water."
"Not my fault I have a low threshold for pain. — Sara Massa

I didn't know what to say. What to do. I didn't feel strong anymore. I felt like I couldn't go on without him. He loved me fiercely. Obsessively. Rivalled only by the intensity which I felt for him. So why couldn't we be together? — A. Zavarelli

Meditation is simply seeing reality and acknowledging it with bare honesty. — Bo Lozoff

Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
"Magic?"
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's. — Cassandra Clare

It was terrible, being married to someone who thinks the worst of you. — Claire Cross

A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing. — Emo Philips

Your diet is a bank account. Good food choices are good investments. — Bethenny Frankel

Cats too, with what silent stealthiness, with what light steps do they creep up to a bird! — Pliny The Elder

I'm not that smart, and I don't read things. — Brian Posehn

Hamas, they are using civilians' lives, they are using children, they are using the suffering of people every day to achieve their goals. And this is what I hate. — Mosab Hassan Yousef

Percussion is the most adaptable family of instruments. The biggest challenge is to project percussion in a lyrical way. — Evelyn Glennie

Sometimes he thinks the walls are throbbing, as if the water-stained concrete has developed a tic, and then he allows himself to close his eyelids which are as heavy as iron shields, so that he can tell himself who he is. — Salman Rushdie