Boloneys Sandwich Quotes & Sayings

If I were invited to a dinner party with my characters, I wouldn't show up. — Dr. Seuss

He eyed me curiously, his eyes fluttering over my breasts, and I swallowed, knowing he was thinking things he shouldn't. His tongue snuck between his lips and lightly darted to moisten them. I heard what sounded like a moan before he moved his left hand from under the table. He tried to rest his palm on my resting hand but I inched away. I looked at his hand, and noticed the shading of where his wedding ring used to go ... My mind caught up - used to? Where was it? — Mercy Cortez

I think we would all like to believe that every new event demands a new word. But we're environmentally conscious with our words. We recycle words we've got. — Erin McKean

Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love. — Miyamoto Musashi

I've found psychedelics to be keys to worlds that have always existed, that have to be talked about. — Ken Kesey

Recite the Periodic Table of Teatime, in correct order, with Elemental Symbols, please.'
A-Through-L sat back on his handsome black haunches, shut his eyes, and said: 'Hot Tea (H), Herbal Tea (He), Lingonberry Scones (Li), Berry Jam (Be), Butter (B), Cream (C), Napoleons (N), Orange Marmalade (O), Frosting (F), Nettle Tea (Ne) ... — Catherynne M Valente

The Western stereotype of Africa and its black citizens as devoid of reason and, therefore, subhuman was often shared by white master and black ex-slave alike. — Henry Louis Gates

You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. — Patrick Rothfuss

I think the whole idea of home is central to who we are as human beings. — Terry Tempest Williams

I admire young people who are concerned with the affairs of their community and nation perhaps because I also became involved in struggle whist I was still at school. — Nelson Mandela

There was a rustle near his ear, and he turned his head to see the crow. It stood on the grass a foot away, a blotch of wind-ruffled black feathers, regarding him with a bead-bright eye. Deciding that he posed no threat, it swiveled its neck with casual ease and jabbed its thick sharp bill into Jack Randall's eye. — Diana Gabaldon

I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night and listen, thinking that a crowd of people were coming through the woods. — Freya Stark