Churchill Downs Seating Chart Quotes & Sayings

I don't think that sin and pursuing happiness are not necessarily the same thing. — Dan Savage

Has it led you to the conclusion that photography is an art ? Or it is simply a means of recording ? "I'm glad you asked that. I've been wanting to say this for years. Is cooking an art ? Is talking an art ? Is even painting an art ? It is artfulness that makes art, not the medium itself. Of course photography is an art - when it is in the hands of artists." — Aaron Scharf

I will try to be non-violent
one more day
this morning, waking the world away
in the violent day. — Muriel Rukeyser

You get to the plate and nothing is going through your mind. You see the ball, you see the seams. — Jason Giambi

There's a reason that grueling long-term events are called 'Iron Man' events. In this case, you're going to build Iron Man. — Craig Cecil

It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend, one's present or future thirst, the excellence of the cognac, or any other reason — W.C. Fields

Change. But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed — Paulo Coelho

Life is classified. There is always so much that goes unsaid. — Ally Carter

So ... goddamn ... good. But I don't want it to end yet." ...
"Oh screw it." I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. "We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later."
He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. "Promise?"
I nodded. "Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please"
"On it." His hips slammed against mine. And ... damn. — Linda Kage

Dare to feel the joy of life even in the midst of misery. — Debasish Mridha

Fiona, my love, as much as I adore you, I cannot stand your brothers. Any of them."
"Gregor is much nicer now that he's married. Even you must admit that."
"Only when Venetia is with him. When she's not, he's as annoying as ever."
Fiona's lips quirked into a smile, her green eyes gleaming. "Rather like you, I hear."
"Who has been carrying tales?"
"Everyone." She placed her hand on her husband's cheek and smiled up into his blue eyes. With his dark auburn hair and devastating good looks, "Black Jack" Kincaid had once been the scourge of London's polite society. Now he was her own personal scourge, one she couldn't imagine living without. — Karen Hawkins