Ccim Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps on some quiet night the tremor of far-off drums, sinking, swelling, a tremor vast, faint; a sound weird, appealing, suggestive and wild - and perhaps with as profound a meaning as the sound of bells in a Christian country. — Joseph Conrad

You will have me climax before my cock can taste what my tongue has already savored. — Cristina Rayne

It may be that apartheid brings such stupendous economic advantages to countries that they would sooner have apartheid than permit its destruction. — Oliver Tambo

When I'm working, I'm going to avoid all media. No newspapers, no magazines, no movies, no radio, no TV. I'm just going to do creative work. — Drew Carey

It's like a kettle. If it's a kettle, you turn the kettle off, you know what I mean? I wish I could put a hole in my head and let the steam come out. The steam was getting so high and the pressure was just getting a little bit much for me. — Frank Bruno

I order various types of breakfast and lunches. I do not just come in and order hamburgers all the time. I order the specials, pancakes, bacon and eggs. — John Brady

I have always thought that in revolutions, especially democratic revolutions, madmen, not those so called by courtesy, but genuine madmen, have played a very considerable political part. One thing is certain, and that is that a condition of semi-madness is not unbecoming at such times, and often even leads to success. — Alexis De Tocqueville

I just want to keep things going. I just love testing myself. — Ryan Sheckler

Here's a quick translation: spork = a spoon with added tines; splayd = a knife, fork, and spoon in one, consisting of a tined spoon with a sharpened edge; knork = a fork with the cutting power of a knife; spife = a spoon with a knife on the end (an example would be the plastic green kiwi spoons sold in kitchenware shops); sporf = an all-purpose term for any hybrid of spoon, fork, and knife. — Bee Wilson

You know, you would never have let those breasts so close to me if I weren't in a wheelchair,' he murmured.
I looked back at him steadily. 'You would never have looked at my breasts if you hadn't been in a wheelchair.'
'What? Of course I would.'
'Nope. You would have been far too busy looking at the tall blonde girls with the endless legs and the big hair, the ones who can smell an expense account at forty paces. And anyway, I wouldn't have been here. I would have been serving the drinks over there. One of the invisibles.'
He blinked.
'Well? I'm right, aren't I?'
Will glanced over at the bar, then back at me. 'Yes. But in my defense, Clark, I was an arse. — Jojo Moyes