Chicago Velma Quotes & Sayings

It is perhaps my greatest hope, Mr. President, that some day we'll consider tax and spending measures with no one else in mind but future generations of American taxpayers. We're tying a millstone of debt around their necks, and it is a grave mistake. — John McCain

The distance between an honest Christian mystic and a fortune-teller is sometimes less than half a whisper. Less than a pot of tea or the space between two book covers. — Cherie Priest

Escapism- that's what I like. I'm not so crazy about the reality of everything. — Michael Jackson

don't put all your eggs in one bastard — Meredith Schorr

As long as humans have existed, we have always desired to live longer. Every society, every religion, every culture. Of course, they all failed at dramatic life extension. — S. Jay Olshansky

All the time people ask me, like, 'Oh my God, what did you do to get ready for the red carpet?' And I'm like, 'I just had Thai food.' I love to work out and do cardio and have a healthy, active lifestyle, but I also am not going to, like, freak out over food. — Ashley Tisdale

I liked to write from the time I was about 12 or 13. I loved to read. And since I only spoke to my brother, I would write down my thoughts. And I think I wrote some of the worst poetry west of the Rockies. But by the time I was in my 20s, I found myself writing little essays and more poetry - writing at writing. — Maya Angelou

Theory did a great work pant, and everyone was doing denim. But no one was making a trouser sexy, or the focus of an outfit ... So, that's what I set out to do. — Stacey Bendet

Oh, you adults. You'll never understand anything about anything. — Pierdomenico Baccalario

Terrorism," said the rental. "We prefer not to use that term," said Lowbeer, studying her candle flame with something that looked to Netherton to be regret, "if only because terror should remain the sole prerogative of the state." She — William Gibson

But my thoughts ran a wool-gathering; and I did like the countryman, who looked for his ass while he was mounted on his back. Don Quixote (pt. II, ch. LVII) — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra