Cranium Cariboo Quotes & Sayings

Ms. Wrack's mother, Mrs. Wrack, had been a mermaid: a proper one who lived on a rock and combed her hair and sang. But sailors had never been lured to their doom by her, partly because she looked like the back of a bus and partly because modern ships are so high out of the water that they never even saw her — Eva Ibbotson

Grabbing someone's ass doesn't count as capturing them! — Kathy Bryson

If a man could make the earth heaven to get you, could also make it hell for you if he couldn't get you. — M.F. Moonzajer

Feelings need to be expressed, Hope. They aren't always understood the way people like to assume. — Nora Roberts

Between 1991 and 1997 I had really serious asthma. — Cathy Freeman

The wine sparkled in his eyes — Edgar Allan Poe

Gene Krupa was my big hero, and I used to play on my mother's flour cans and sugar cans with the kitchen knives, listening to the big bands on my dad's records. Gene Krupa and Harry James. — Dick Dale

One of the most radical things women can do is to love their body. — Eve Ensler

I have this assemblage of small facts, which looks like intelligence but no real depth of knowledge about anything. That's why I'm an actor. — Wayne Knight

It's as if you've been shot in the heart, Bill, but you're unaware of the hole or the loss of blood. I doubt you even heard the shot! — John Irving

We never look at the grass, though it is ubiquitous. If it's left alone to shake its hair loose it will produce tiny tassels and flowers, miniature and beautiful, that I'd never noticed before. Beauty is so often size and commotion for us, and fancy labels, that the subterfuge of loveliness all around us goes unseen. — Keith Miller

But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, and pious people, these elders of the church, these chaste dames and dewy virgins, there were men of dissolute lives and women of spotted fame, wretches given over to all mean and filthy vice, and suspected even of horrid crimes. It was strange to see that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints. — Nathaniel Hawthorne