Backson Toy Quotes & Sayings

I'm not a poster boy for good behavior and recovery in Hollywood, I'm just a guy who knows he has a lot to be grateful for. — Robert Downey Jr.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth! — Charles Baudelaire

That's bad luck: three on a midget. — Groucho Marx

And so I struggle against my bonds, not because I want to get free, not even because I want the pain. I want what it represents. That I am Damien's. Bound to him. Marked by him. Claimed by him. — J. Kenner

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say. — Will Cuppy

I'm much younger than I look, I promise." Nora's smile broadened. "I'm aging horribly. — Tiffany Reisz

I turned a lot of people in white America - and not just white America, but middle-class America - into hip-hoppers, you know? — Vanilla Ice

To live in a place where I am not, and in a time that is either past or not yet come. — Heinrich Von Kleist

The novel is a hybrid genre and a large part of its charm arises from the alluvial nature of its materials. There is nothing that doesn't suit a novelist in action, when he's in the course of writing his novel. — Enrique Vila-Matas

Painting is ... a correspondence between what you are and what you see. It's a moment when something is holding together in such a way that it is a universe in itself ... Within this is a test and also a judgment upon yourself, your capabilities, your promises, and the part that you play in the world. And nobody else can test that for you. Certainly not the Museum of Modern Art. — Milton Resnick

It's a funny thing to complain about, but most of America is perfectly devoid of smells. I must have noticed it before, but this last time back I felt it as an impairment. For weeks after we arrived I kept rubbing my eyes, thinking I was losing my sight or maybe my hearing. But it was the sense of smell that was gone. Even in the grocery store, surrounded in one aisle by more kinds of food than will ever be known in a Congolese lifetime, there was nothing on the air but a vague, disinfected emptiness. I mentioned this to Anatole, who'd long since taken note of it, of course. "The air is just blank in America," I said. "You can't ever smell what's around you, unless you stick your nose right down into something."
"Maybe that is why they don't know about Mobutu," he suggested. — Barbara Kingsolver

I don't fight the suburban areas or collar counties. I get along with them; they're former Chicagoans anyway. — Richard M. Daley

Out of nowhere, Augustus asked, do you believe in an after life? — John Green

STILL WATER RUNS DEEP — Neil Gaiman