Berns Steak House Quotes & Sayings

Every time she went home she found herself being criticized. She was accused of being "too attached to her family," which was condemned as a "bourgeois habit," and had to see less and less of her own mother. — Jung Chang

We should go," Bennett slurred, pushing himself up with obvious effort. "We only have thirty hours before we need to reestablish a plausible executive presence."
"I'm going to be hungover," Chloe moaned. "Who can I pay to dial back time and undo three of those tequila shots? Maybe four."
Sara, who had been asleep in our bed, walked out, stretching. "I just called a couple cabs. Let's go, drunkies. — Christina Lauren

Bad Cyclops Lady!" he bellowed. "General Tyson says GO AWAY! — Rick Riordan

I am anger reborn and frustration unjustified. I am brutal hate and cold, dead winter. I am turning, tumbling in despair and there is no light, no warmth, no world, no heart. — Karina Halle

That's often the case, of course - that creation and madness begin to dance with each other. — Wally Lamb

Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go. — Joan Didion

Movies are this thing that came into my life, and it still feels pretend in some way. I kind of do this thing, and I never really accepted this idea that I'm a film actor. That's what I do. I feel like I'm a theater actor that started doing films. Most people have never seen me in a play. They're fun, though. — John C. Reilly

When I'm playing best, I'm just thinking about the music, just interacting with what my bandmates are playing. — Greg Saunier

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination. — Cornelia Funke

An Evening Air
I go out in the grey evening
In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening
In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly
Passes me like a lighting.
Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels.
As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful.
I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation
In the soft fragrant air.
The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and
A soft, low thing cries out in the distance,
But the sounds are hard and heavy,
In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation. — Samar Sen

I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm. — Patrick White