Bonzos Montrose Quotes & Sayings

I was many things. I was submissive. I was masochistic. I was trusting. I was a sexual slave. But obedient? Not as much. — C.D. Reiss

I know what it's like to be a model and go to castings where some people like what they see and others look at you with distaste. — Karen Gillan

Geraldine Ferraro, the first woman to run for vice president, died from multiple myeloma. Frank Reynolds, the ABC anchorman, who I had talked to toward the end of his life, not knowing what he had, died from it. Later I found out that Frank McGee, who was the Today Show host, died from it. — Tom Brokaw

To look good in the water you have to pick the right swimsuit. I own close to 500. — Amanda Beard

If the very old will remember, the very young will listen. — Chief Dan George

When humanity suffers from the darkness of violence, I will bring the empathetic, soft, kind, light from the moon to enlighten humanity. — Debasish Mridha

Dusk was moving over the water with a stillness that turned half the world to glass. The wall of mountains had gone to shadow as had the reflections at their feet. In the stillness the rings of rising trout appeared like raindrops. Slowly, in silence, the dark water tilted away from the remaining daylight. — Peter Heller

I am a light person. I think of myself with a shield, a protective shield around me. And I think of bad things bouncing off it. Boom, boom, boom, ba-boom, ba- boom! — Kelly Brook

I believe in Wendel Clark. We want Wendel to be a prime-time player. — Pat Burns

While some of my closest friends were jocks, it seemed that they spoke a different language with each other. Joining in their conversation was fraught with risk. — Mo Rocca

Simplicity is boring, but i still love it. — Sukant Ratnakar

I know a lot of angry liberals right now. Hell, I know a lot of angry vegans. — Russell Simmons

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends. — Janet Fitch

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe. — Eva Ibbotson