Clittering Quotes & Sayings

The urban renewers had struck again. They'd evicted me, a fortune-teller, and a bookie from the corner of Mass. Ave. and Boylston, moved in with sandblasters and bleached oak and plant hangers, and last I looked appeared to be turning the place into a Marin County whorehouse. — Robert B. Parker

The nice thing about enemies is you know where they stand. This is not always true of friends."

--General Sergey Voloshin — Tom Clancy

Working with Katherine Hepburn, she said to me, "Don't act." She said, "Read the lines. Just be. Just speak the lines." I said, "Okay." She said, "You look good. You got a good pair of shoulders, you got a good head, good face." — Anthony Hopkins

Is it okay to be a tiny tiny bit tired of Caitlyn? Yes, was very brave but so far he's gone from man to mannequin, instead of man to woman. — Anne Lamott

After you marry, every asset either of you acquires is jointly held. That's why you both need to be in sync on your long-term financial goals, from paying off the mortgage to putting away for retirement. Ideally, you should talk about all this before you wed. If you don't, you can end up deeply frustrated and financially spent. — Suze Orman

Envy is a passion so full of cowardice and shame that nobody ever had the confidence to own it. — John Wilmot

The power of the river is to flow wildly! The power of the lake is to think calmly! Wise man both flows like a river and thinks like a lake! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I'm a plagiarist - I always look back at other movies, and I steal, but I steal well, and I reinvent. — Tony Scott

I was very fond of you, but now I'm so, so tired. I'm not happy to go, but one needn't be happy to make another start. — Albert Camus

Discontented inhabitants who willingly admit a foreign power either through excessive ambition or through fear, as was the case with the Etolians, who admitted the Romans into Greece. So it was with every province that the Romans entered: they were brought in by the inhabitants themselves. — Niccolo Machiavelli

Jelly beans! Millions and billions of purples and yellows and greens and licorice and grape and raspberry and mint and round and smooth and crunchy outside and soft-mealy inside and sugary and bouncing jouncing tumbling clittering clattering skittering fell on the heads and shoulders and hardhats and carapaces of the Timkin works, tinkling on the slidewalk and bouncing away and rolling about underfoot and filling the sky on their way down with all the colors of joy and childhood and holidays, coming down in a steady rain, a solid wash, a torrent of color and sweetness out of the sky from above, and entering a universe of sanity and metronomic order with quite-mad coocoo newness. Jelly beans! — Harlan Ellison