Croxall Lakes Quotes & Sayings

Because, man, if this city ain't Caleb's mountain, I don't know what is, and those giants out there are just stomping people into the ground. — Richard Price

In the end, it takes phenomenal neatness of housekeeping to put it through the heads of men that they are swine. — Eudora Welty

I'm a linear thinking agnostic, but not an atheist folks. — Neil Peart

I really love movie soundtracks and stuff like that. That's really a huge part of any movie. I actually think about ... that this would be cool in a movie or something, like when I'm writing a song, or something you know? — Jay Gordon

I hate war for its consequences, for the lies it lives on and propagates, for the undying hatreds it arouses. — Harry Emerson Fosdick

I can't tell you how many doctors try to sell me a facelift. I've even gone as far as having someone talk me into it, but when I went over and looked at pictures of myself, I thought 'What are they going to lift?' . Frankly, I think that in the art of aging well there's this sexuality to having those imperfections. It's sensual. — Sharon Stone

Illness isn't the only thing that spoils the appetite. — Ivan Turgenev

Don't do anything quickly, Tag had told him. And whatever you do, don't hit your brakes. You'll end up in the ditch.

He caught something in his headlights. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing before his heart took off at a gallop.

A car was upside down in the middle of the highway, its headlights shooting out through the falling snow toward the river, the taillights a dim red against the steep canyon wall. The overturned car had the highway completely blocked. — B. J. Daniels

The more bleach in the bedsheets, the greater Chastity's impulse to roll around in them. A party would be thrown, she decided, the kind that would tell a small story in the contents of the dustpan the next morning. Detached sequins and mint leaves muddled by high heels, shrimp tales mixed in with a few shards of broken glass, a crust of bread. She rolled in her bleached sheets until they wrapped around her like a storm, and she fell asleep in the eye of it. — Amelia Gray

Cinema is all about going back from shadow to light and back and forth: cinema is a place of transgression. — Bruno Dumont