Bicentennial Coins Quotes & Sayings

I heard a rumor that you make a killer chicken potpie." "Is getting your ass kicked making you hungry?" He lifted his middle finger, but smiled to lessen the insult. "I love chicken potpie." "You're goofy." His smile turned into a stern line, but his eyes were still laughing. "I'm scary as fuck." "Okay. You're scary. — L.A. Fiore

Vaginas are, after all, like snowflakes, only warmer and softer, and bleed like a gaping wound monthly ... wait, what was I saying? Oh, right, vaginas are like snowflakes in that each one is different. So that fancy two-finger swirl trick that worked wonders on your last girlfriend? Yeah, no guarantee it'll work the same way on the new one. — Olivia Munn

One speaks of acceptable risks, the question is always acceptable to whom? — Stephen King

At the rate the Kings were finding mates, they were going to have to take turns eating supper because not everyone would fit at the table. — Donna Grant

Grown ups' could learn a lesson from watching cartoons. — James Jean-Pierre

I don't welcome leaks. There's a reason why these programs are classified. — Barack Obama

As a musician, I don't think I'm the greatest guitar player. I'm a bigger fan of the drums than I am the guitar; I just happen to play guitar. I play drums almost every day at my house. I wrote a lot of songs behind the drum kit, just having the music and vocals in my head and playing the rhythm. — Daron Malakian

I'm one uncontrollable hunger away from ruin. — Lynn Emanuel

1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the dryer, you watch your bedeviled towels and sheets leap and fall. The radio station piped in from the ceiling plays slow, sad Motown; it encircles you with the desperate hopefulness of a boy at a dance, and it makes you cry. When you get back to your apartment, dump everything on your bed. Your mother is knitting crookedly: red, white, and blue. Kiss her hello. Say: "Sure was warm in the place." She will seem not to hear you. — Lorrie Moore

I tried to copy my parents, as monkeys do, but they were trying to copy me, looking to the child for the energy and hope they had long since lost. — Jeanette Winterson