Cooperators Auto Quotes & Sayings

I can write with absolutely perfect penmanship with my feet. If I broke both my arms, I could still write a girl a love letter using just my toes. — Ian Somerhalder

We are curious creatures, we Taiwanese. Orphans. Eventually, orphans must choose their own names and write their own stories. The beauty of orphanhood is the blank slate. — Shawna Yang Ryan

The wind blew the dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang. — Paul Bowles

Our business is to be free of anything that separates us from God who has created us to simply be happy and to progress. — Toni Sorenson

More than 100,000 soldiers will soon return home with the post-traumatic stress I know so well, not to mention the mysterious effects of deplted uranium ... and the ripples of resentment and animosity this war has sent throughout the world will inevitably wash up on U.S. shores.
As I write this, mainstream political dialogue is still focused on the crazy idea that we can somehow still "win" the war in Iraq. For someone like me, a citizen of both countries, what outcome would constitute a victory? When you're talking about war, about so many thousands dead, so many families shattered on both sides, how can anyone claim victory? — Wafaa Bilal

As life tends to become more and more distracting, let us firmly hold on to books. — A. Edward Newton

Could you please stop with the beating? (Kat)
He's being punished. Hello? This is Tartarus, remember the purpose of this part of the Underworld? We're not really warm and fluffy over here. (Hades) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

My husband really loves the red [lipstick], so I keep the red because I want to keep the husband. — Gwen Stefani

At least no one's trying to kill anyone.
Give them about fifteen minutes — Kami Garcia

In the library
I search for a good book.
We have many books,
says Mrs. Rose, the librarian,
and ALL of them are good.
Of course she says that. It's her job.
But do I want to read about
Trucks
Trains and
Transport?
Or even
Horses
Houses and
Hyenas?

In the fiction corner
there are pink boks
full of princesses
and girls who want to be princesses
and black books
about bad boys
and brave boys
and brawny boys.

Where is the book
about a girl
whose poems don't rhyme
and whose Granny is fading?
Pearl, says Mrs. Rose, the bell has rung.

I go back to class
empty-handed
empty headed
empty-hearted. — Sally Murphy

I love making records; I love making music; I love writing songs. — Barry Gibb