Brownmillergroup Quotes & Sayings

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes. — John Green

The most adorable thing about Toronto is that she remains fiercely aloof and indifferent to the fads and entrepreneurial fevers of her lovers. She is intractably herself, admissive to the most vagrant, sober in a way that gets misinterpreted as stodginess. Her generosity extends to the meek as well as the gold diggers. Mercifully, she doesn't give a hoot about our portraits of her, but just waits, patiently, for our affection and citizenship. — Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

I look at 'The New York Review of Books.' It's what it has been for 35 or 40 years, which is a highly sophisticated vehicle for anti-American self-hatred. — John Podhoretz

People are always mistaking something that looks good for something that feels good. — Jonathan Safran Foer

Many of my early Vines and collaborations were with gay people. — Nash Grier

There is no prayer so blessed as the prayer which asks for nothing. — O.J. Simpson

I actually spoke in an African-American church yesterday. — Howard Dean

There's always a story. — Richard Castle

I believe that anyone using the phrase 'That's so cool' should have to stand in the corner. — Stephen King

Appreciating old wine is like making love to a very old lady. It is possible. It can even be enjoyable. But it requires a bit of imagination. — Andre Tchelistcheff

I've always played my best golf in the summer. — Keegan Bradley

Decades of sorrow and loss, he had suffered. And all of them caused by this woman crouching in front of him with his blood on her lips. — Stephen Lloyd Jones

If you look at Cinderhella, from a production design aspect, I tried to find an interesting, iconic character, having her face wrapped up in bandages. That was funny. On the dream logic level, you'll see the parallels of that interesting connection that I made. There's a reason why she's called Cinderhella. — Joseph M. Kahn

A media system wants ostensible diversity that conceals an actual uniformity — Joseph Goebbels

In the past the whales had been able to sing to each other across whole oceans, even from one ocean to another because sound travels such huge distances underwater. But now, again because of the way in which sound travels, there is no part of the ocean that is not constantly jangling with the hubbub of ships' motors, through which it is now virtually impossible for the whales to hear each other's songs or messages.
So fucking what, is pretty much the way that people tend to view this problem, and understandably so, thought Dirk. After all, who wants to hear a bunch of fat fish, oh all right, mammals, burping at each other?
But for a moment Dirk had a sense of infinite loss and sadness that somewhere amongst the frenzy of information noise that daily rattled the lives of men he thought he might have heard a few notes that denoted the movements of gods. — Douglas Adams