Arms For Chickens Quotes & Sayings

Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for ... — Robin McKinley

If you're going to stick around in this business, you have to have the ability to reinvent yourself, whether consciously or unconsciously. — Dennis Quaid

Just write what YOU want to write; how YOU want to write it! — K.D. Faerydae

Viewed in abstractions, love is the same thing for everybody. It thrills the same way, and devastates with bloodless efficiency. — Craig Lancaster

Whether or not he was in it, whether or not he could see or touch it, he'd thought there would always be a FIllory out there somewhere. He loved knowing it was there. It anchored his sense of happiness, the way a distant stockpile of gold might underwrite the value of a paper bill. — Lev Grossman

We're family, right? We foul up and say we're sorry and let it go. — Christina Daley

I was thinking that if I'd had the sense to go on living in that old town I might just have met this prison guard in school and married him and had a parcel of kids now. It would be nice, living by the sea with piles of kids and pigs and chickens, wearing what my grandmother called wash dresses, and sitting about in some kitchen with bright linoleum and fat arms, drinking pots of coffee. — Sylvia Plath

The big belly can accommodate all kinds of things. The benevolence is never let a dust behind. — Gautama Buddha

Be nice to people and look after your relationships. — Russell Tovey

In a participatory culture, none of us is fully literate unless we're creating, not just consuming. — Dan Gillmor

When I was growing up, I was told I was stupid and that I would never achieve. I suffered from dyslexia, and in those days it wasn't recognised. — Henry Winkler

If you're uncertain when life begins, why not give the unborn the benefit of the doubt and oppose abortion? — Jonah Goldberg

I must think about something else for a while. But then I remember his warn arms and his big strong legs touching mine and how hard and wide his chest was and how hot his kiss was, and I got outside and feed the chickens. They are getting mighty fat. — Nancy E. Turner