Anchorman Smells Like Quotes & Sayings

And was it his destined part /
Only one moment in his life /
To be close to your heart? — Ivan Turgenev

Well ... the good news in all this, he supposed, was that finding out his former trauma surgeon was a ghost? Barely a blip on his radar. His mind had been blown too many times to count, and like a joint that had been dislocated, it had total and complete freedom of movement. Of course, its functionality was fucked. But who was counting. — J.R. Ward

Pleasure, no matter how desirable, is never innocent: it's always presupposing and assuming a certain kind of social order, one usually shot through structures of domination. — Cornel West

want to know if he was with his wife all evening, or if he brought her home and then came back to poor old Dr. Bill?" Monica — Lucinda D. Davis

At times it felt like I was killing myself. And yet the only thing I could recall at that moment was how much fun it had been, and how wonderful it was to do this for a living. — Michael J. Collins

Maybe [Donald Trump] is just never dealt with somebody who's not particularly impressed by his carrying on, but I'm not. So I'm going to stay focused on what's at stake in this election. — Hillary Clinton

Are there Martians out there? I haven't got a clue. Is there life out there? I have no idea. — Gordon Strachan

Without another word, I turn my back and start for my Jeep, wondering if he can hear how loudly he's made my heart pound.
"Okay then, see you after school, Jess. It's a date. We'll have some fun! Good luck on your afternoon final!"
He sounds like a stupid megaphone. When I don't answer and hunch my shoulders, his low laugh adds a trail of goose bumps coursing down my neck. — Anne Eliot

One minute, it seemed I had more movie offers than I could handle; the next - no one wanted me. — Sal Mineo

It's a chore sometimes, isn't it? Wake up. Prepare food. Eat. Every day is just something checked off the long 'to do' list until we die, — Zoe Perdita

I want to be a perfect daddy, he whispers. — Jodi Ellen Malpas

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning. — Lydia M. Child