Colin Meloy Slint Quotes & Sayings

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly, — Arianna Huffington

If you don't want her to go, you should say it. Those jerks who can't say a word no matter how much time passes ... I just don't get them. If they're doing whatever the hell they want ... then you should do what you want too. I hate those jerks who fool themselves into thinking that just because they clam up, nobody knows what's going on with them!! — CLAMP

He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person. — Ann Patchett

I was the one who was always calling people. — Nancy Reagan

If I have had any success, it's due to luck, but I notice the harder I work, the luckier I get. — Charles Kettering

If Franz Kafka were alive today he'd be writing about customer service. — Jonathan Alter

If you're reading to find friends, you're in deep trouble. We read to find life, in all its possibilities. — T.C. Boyle

I winced. Thanks to Colin and Becky, my birthday song sounded a lot like a hyena getting fed through a wood chipper. I was grateful when it finally ended. — Steven Whibley

After tea, when the door was shut and all was made snug (the nights being cold and misty now), it seemed to me the most delicious retreat that the imagination of man could conceive. To hear the wind getting up out at sea, to know that the fog was creeping over the desolate flat outside, and to look at the fire, and think that there was no house near but this one, and this one a boat, was like enchantment. Little Em'ly had overcome her shyness, and was sitting by my side upon the lowest and least of the lockers, which was just large enough for us two, and just fitted into the chimney corner. — Charles Dickens

Jack shook his head. Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one. — Kiersten White

The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup ... — Rebecca West