Codys Mom Sml Quotes & Sayings

I am proudly a liberal. I am also patriotic, reasonable, pro-American, and stand for family values. — Roger Ebert

Look for 3 things in a person. Intelligence, Energy, & Integrity.
If they don't have the last one, don't even bother with the first two. — Warren Buffett

Just touching her makes me want to immerse myself, put my head completely under the surface of her. I want to drift, to let her carry me away, down her current. — Holly Schindler

There is no treasure equal to contentment and no virtue equal to fortitude. — Sarada Devi

What's the point if you don't tell your people? Who else can bring you down like they do? — Dakota Lane

Without the bitter the sweet aint as sweet — S.C. Stephens

When God saw that people, instead of turning to God, were turning to the medicine cabinet, God made himself available in the medicine cabinet. — Zalman Schachter-Shalomi

Well, we have this place in Telluride, Colorado. It's somewhere I can just get away and relax and think. — Joe Cocker

I do things because I enjoy it. That used to be my downfall, but now it's the upside. — Waris Ahluwalia

I tend to learn things physically - I guess it's my dance training. I never want to make too many choices too soon - so, while I am thinking about the character and thinking about her history, which is very vague in terms of what is given in the text, I am starting to have ideas about what her home is. — Sharon Lawrence

Singapore and China did not have diplomatic relations at that time [1976]. Communism is banned in Singapore, and nobody could visit China without official approval. The Singapore government had prohibited travel there for fear that Singaporeans would be subverted and converted to the communist cause. . .The travel ban was lifted after Lee Kuan Yew's visit. He realised that nobody could experience life there and be seduced by their system. Indeed, they would better appreciate what Singapore offered. — Cheong Yip Seng

That was enough dialogue for a few pages - he had to get into some fast, red-hot action.
There weren't any more hitches now. The story flowed like a torrent. The margin bell chimed almost staccato, the roller turned with almost piston-like continuity, the pages sprang up almost like blobs of batter from a pancake skillet. The beer kept rising in the glass and, contradictorily, steadily falling lower. The cigarettes gave up their ghosts, long thin gray ghosts, in a good cause; the mortality rate was terrible.
His train of thought, the story's lifeline, beer-lubricated but no whit impeded, flashed and sputtered and coursed ahead like lightning in a topaz mist, and the loose fingers and hiccuping keys followed as fast as they could. ("The Penny-A-Worder") — Cornell Woolrich