Decoteau Irby Quotes & Sayings

All my friends are dead, or else they're not feeling too good. — Tom Waits

Memory's images, once they are fixed in words, are erased," Polo said. "Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it, or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it, little by little. — Italo Calvino

I like to see people put themselves into films, which is part of the reason why I love Woody Allen films so much-I believe his actors' work. I have a feeling that many actors in his films are similar to their characters, and I like that. — Dito Montiel

I do a lot of public speaking and presentations and I'll always start with a self-deprecating joke to make everybody feel comfortable with my size because there can be hang-ups and anxieties. — Warwick Davis

It doesn't matter how big you are, it matters how big your thoughts are. — Debasish Mridha

A nation that has nothing but its amusements will not be amused for long. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

I don't think I have dreams anymore. I think they all died the same day I did, back on that sunny afternoon in spring. — J.T. Geissinger

We have enough proof that, at least my generation does, that patriarchy and matriarchy are gender-less roles. — Darnell Lamont Walker

The beginning of a friendship, the fact that two people out of the thousands around them can meet and connect and become friends, seems like a kind of magic to me. But maintaining a friendship requires work. I don't mean that as a bad thing. Good art requires work as well. — Charles De Lint

Because I couldn't think of anything nonprofane to say at that moment, I said nothing. — Rebecca Makkai

The person giving the advice returns the confidence placed in him with a disinterested eagerness ... and he is usually guided only by his own interest or reputation. — Francois De La Rochefoucauld

You bitch!
Why is it that whenever I draw blood, I'm a bitch? — Rachel Vincent

I had many teachers that were great, positive role models and taught me to be a good person and stand up and be a good man. A lot of the principals they taught me still affect how I act sometimes and it's 30 years later. — Kevin James

Though the rain washed Mammachi's spit off his face, it didn't stop the feeling that somebody had lifted off his head and vomited into his body. Lumpy vomit dribbling down his insides. Over his heart. His lungs. The slow thick drip into the pit of his stomach. All his organs awash in vomit. There was nothing the rain could do about that. — Arundhati Roy