Crillon Le Quotes & Sayings

We lost 14 straight. Then we had a game rained out and it felt so good we had a victory dinner. — Lefty Gomez

Truth exists, only lies have to be invented. — L.M. Montgomery

I did not call for the extermination of people, but of ideas. — John C. Wright

I hope I didn't bore you too much with my life story. — Elvis Presley

She wished, as almost all kids wish at one point or another, that she could turn into a pterodactyl and fly away and never come back. — Gina Damico

Wait a while; there will come to you mounts, carrying lions in shining armor, battalions followed by battalions. — Khalid Ibn Al-Walid

Now and then an innocent man is sent to the legislature. — Kin Hubbard

No, adulting is like" - she searched for the right words - "looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane. — Jill Shalvis

A dreamer must be discovered working or working on it or it is reduced to a wish. — Johnnie Dent Jr.

Conservatives are fond of pointing out there are problems in this world can't be solved by throwing money at them. There are even more that can't be solved by dropping bombs on them. — Molly Ivins

He's [Nixon] like a Spanish horse, who runs faster than anyone for the first nine lengths and then turns around and runs backwards. You'll see; he'll do something wrong in the end. He always does. — Lyndon B. Johnson

I have a low taste for urban fantasy and paranormal romance. — Charles Stross

States, virtually all of them, have a constitutional requirement to operate on a balanced budget. — John Kitzhaber

I am not a strict constructionalist, believing that we seal our eternal progress by what we do here. It is my belief that God will save all of His children that he can: and while, if we live unrighteously here, we shall not go to the other side in the same status, so to speak, as those who lived righteously; nevertheless, the unrighteous will have their chance, and in the eons of the eternities that are to follow, they, too, may climb to the destinies to which they who are righteous and serve God, have climbed to those eternities that are to come. — J. Reuben Clark

The farmhouse sat on a rise at the end of a long dirt road, in a clearing surrounded by fruit trees and ninety acres of pines. It was painted white, and peeling, and some former hippie tenant had painted a mandala on the wall just inside the door with fine-point Magic Marker. I painted over it, but it bled through, again and again. I finally left it there, a pale and pastel version of itself, hanging ghostlike in the hall. — Marjorie Hudson