Baggetta Artist Quotes & Sayings

When I was in elementary school, I used to write letters to myself. I'd write letters and go 'Dear Kristen-at-16-years-old, happy birthday. I hope you're doing something.' — Kristin Kreuk

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine. — Bram Stoker

I earned the right to get in the team, and fought every game to be in it. — Graham Roberts

I've always been intrigued by Stockholm Syndrome. Reminds me of my childhood. — Jonathan Ames

When I joined Google, they asked me what title I wanted. I said, 'What about archduke?' They said, 'Well, that didn't meet our nomenclature. Why don't you be our Chief Internet Evangelist?' This was in 2005. — Vint Cerf

I come from very common stock, and I've always been uncomfortable with pretension and all the forms it can take, including disingenuous broadcasting. — Tom Bodett

The peculiar fascination of the brain lies in the fact that there is probably no other object of scientific enquiry about which we know at once so much and yet understand so little. — Gerd Sommerhoff

Some guys are inwardly outgoing — Ralph Kiner

I put my talent in my work, I save my Genius for my life. — Oscar Wilde

It's a very odd feeling for a daughter to see her mother blush over a man."
"You wouldn't?" Alan skimmed a thumb over her cheekbone. Shelby forgot her mother altogether.
"Wouldn't what?"
"Blush," he said softly, tracing her jawline. "Over a man."
"Once-I was twelve and he was thirty-two." She had to talk-just keep talking to remember who she was. "He,uh, came to fix the water heater."
"How'd he make you blush?"
"He grinned at me.He had a chipped tooth I thought was really sexy."
On a quick ripple of laughter, Alan kissed her just as Myra opened the door.
"Well,well." She didn't bother to disguise a self-satisfied smile. "Good evening.I see you two have met."
"What makes you think that?" Shelby countered breezily as she stepped inside.
Myra glanced from one to the other. "Do I smell strawberries?" she asked sweetly.
"Your lamp." Shelby gave her a bland look and indicated the box Alan carried. "Where would you like it? — Nora Roberts

How could parents raise children and then watch them walk out of their lives? Were thy all masochists? Why would they do that to themselves? He knew the answer deep down; he'd felt it when Chrissie told him she loved him. They did because for all the pain and heartache children brough, they gave back equal amounts of pure, limmitless joy. — Mary Campisi

As a scar commemorates what happened, so is memory but itself a scar. — Carl Phillips

I do hope I wasn't born in some dreadful mitochondrion which lives in some horrible isolated human host on a lonely planet like yours. — Madeleine L'Engle