Belsky Experiencing Quotes & Sayings

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it saved my ass. — Michael J. Fox

Preppy clothes are built to last, since they certainly won't go out of style. — Lisa Birnbach

How much does it cost to entice a dope-smoking UNIX system guru to Dayton? — Brian Boyle

It is important for leaders to know their stories; to get them straight; to communicate them effectively, particularly to those who are in the thrall of rival stories; and, above all, to embody in their lives the stories that they tell. — Howard E. Gardner

Riley - "Don't worry, there are many safeguards in place. Unless you want me to have Logan explain - "
Trella - "No! I trust you."
He clutched his hands to his chest. "She ... Gasp ... Trusts me! Call for medical aid stat!"
I swung at him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.
Snaking his arms around my waist, he said, "We need to celebrate this momentous occasion."
"What are we celebrating?" Jacob Ashon, Riley's father, asked from the doorway. — Maria V. Snyder

Friends, show me a man who hates himself, and I'll show you a man who hates his neighbors more! He'd have to
you'd not grant anyone else something you can't have for yourself
no love, no kindness, no respect! — Mary Ann Shaffer

If you kill someone in Texas, we'll kill ya back. — Ron White

Years ago, NPR tried to stop me from going on "The Factor." When I refused, they insisted that I not identify myself as an NPR journalist. I asked them if they thought people did not know where I appeared on the air as a daily talk show host, national correspondent and news analyst. They refused to budge. — Juan Williams

It turns out that the 'Cry It Out' method of baby sleep training, where you ignore that your kid is screaming, crying and turning 40 shades of purple so that she can break herself out of the habit of being spoiled and cuddled to sleep, does more harm - way more - than good. — Denene Millner

Kate grasped her small handbag and pulled a small blue vial and threw it into the grinding mass. It shattered harmlessly, causing two creatures to pause with a look of confusion.
"What is that potion?" Simon asked.
Kate stared as the two undead things began to shuffle forward again. She glanced into her purse. "Damn it! That was my perfume. — Clay Griffith