Bromberg And Associates Quotes & Sayings

And by the way, if I'm a manwhore, you're a cockslut. Own it, bitch. — Karina Halle

My whole act is confession. — Shelley Berman

Louis Armstrong, who learned to be in exquisite dress, came from the bottom, and he's not a trash can. — Stanley Crouch

In the West, marriage is collapsing because it is based on love. And a marriage that is based on love is bound to fail. There is a reason for this: whenever two persons fall in love, both of them present what is beautiful in themselves to the other and hide the ugly. When you fall in love, whether you are a man or a woman, you show your most beautiful face to the other - but it is not your reality, it is not your totality. — Rajneesh

Politicians are so detested. And the main cause is not policy; it's the fact that there is no trust. — Zac Goldsmith

Music, Schopenhauer wrote, is not unconscious arithmetic, as Leibniz had claimed, but unconscious philosophy, since in music the inner essence of the world, which is will, is made directly present to the mind. — Roger Scruton

The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give. — Oprah Winfrey

I don't think I ever had any relationship with any showrunner, over time, with whom I didn't have conflict. — John Landgraf

To be successful, you have to be willing to be successful. You have to believe in the law of attraction - that you create your own life. — Ted Danson

The invention of photography destroyed the canons of representational, imitative art. — Laszlo Moholy-Nagy

we're thieves, we're rats. We know when to fight and when to run. — Victoria Aveyard

You sleep with a dream of summer weather,
wake to the thrum of rain - roped down by rain.
Nothing out there but drop-heavy feathers of grass
and rainy air. The plastic table on the terrace
has shed three legs on its way to the garden fence.
The mountains have had the sense to disappear.
It's the Celtic temperament - wind, then torrents, then remorse.
Glory rising like a curtain over distant water.
Old stonehouse, having steered us through the dark,
docks in a pool of shadow all its own.
That widening crack in the gloom is like good luck.
Luck, which neither you nor tomorrow can depend on. — Anne Stevenson