Bookmarked Recipes Quotes & Sayings

I was happy to have an attraction in our building that we didn't have to pay for. — Harold Ballard

I love exploring the characters that I play, but the reason I sign on for something isn't the details of the story but the universal message. — Brie Larson

What do you want art to give you? What do you want cultural experience to give you? Shouldn't it be in-depth, profound experiences which have some satisfaction and can be retained in your four senses and your imagination for the rest of your life? — Peter Greenaway

He rests in the graveyard of Ivry
a suburb that always
looks like the day
the carnival comes down.
And perhaps only I
still know
that he was alive. — Giuseppe Ungaretti

I listened to Billie Holiday a lot in order to learn to sing. She remains one of the extraordinary jazz singers. But my intent is to become my own voice, to be able to interpret these songs in my own way. — Madeleine Peyroux

Like a necktie or a bouquet of flowers, an idea was best if one did not fuss with it too much — Galen Beckett

When I started out, I didn't feel like I was really accepted in the music or comedy communities, and I was somewhere on the edge, but now I feel like I'm accepted in both, which is extremely gratifying. — Al Yankovic

She was the only one left, and she was real.
To be the only one, and to know that you are real - that's sanity, isn't it?
But just to be on the safe side, maybe it was best to keep pretending that one was a stuffed figure. Not to move. Never to move. Just to sit here in the tiny room, forever and ever.
If she sat there without moving, they wouldn't punish her.
If she sat there without moving, they'd know that she was sane, sane, sane.
She sat there for quite a long time, and then a fly came buzzing through the bars.
It lighted on her hand.
If she wanted to, she could reach out and swat the fly.
But she didn't swat it.
She didn't swat it, and she hoped they were watching, because that proved what sort of a person she really was.
Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly ... — Robert Bloch

Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully. — Jeanette Winterson