Dianne Buswell Quotes & Sayings

It is a solemn thought: dead, the noblest man's meat is inferior to pork. — Mark Twain

Our basest beggars are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, man's life is cheap as beast's. — William Shakespeare

I've rebelled against all types of conformity throughout my life, not just Utah's conservative culture — Bert McCracken

Essentially what photography is is life lit up. — Sam Abell

And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words ... As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in a dictionary. You are meaning. — Alan W. Watts

Now you," Grandma barks at him. "Yes, you, the invisible truck driver," she added, giving me a wicked grin. "Go stand next to Rose over there by the stone bench and smile like you mean it."
"Yes, ma'am," Will said.
"I am not to be called ma'am. My name is Maggie," she crabbed.
"Well, I also have a name. It's Will," he shot back.
Everyone stopped. We held our breath, waiting to see what Grandma would say next, but she just smiled at him. "I like this one, Rose. He's got spunk. — Donna Freitas

I don't have any powers other than the power of sex. And humor. — Morena Baccarin

People have been driving off of the canyon for decades. I don't know of any that were accidental. One Ranger who worked here before I did told me that on several occasions, when cars drove off and folks died, they went down and collected the remains. But there were no helicopters strong enough and affordable enough to haul the cars out. He told me Rangers went down later and sprayed the cars with paint to help them blend in with the rocks. — Nancy Eileen Muleady-Mecham

The minute I saw a beady eye peak out from — Meghan Quinn

Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. — Jose Ortega Y Gasset

Do not neglect to uproot from the hearts of children the tares of sins, — John Of Kronstadt

And you, my lord?" Vivi said politely. "Are you not tired after your long day?" "No. I find myself feeling rather energized." Ella and Vivi looked at each other, and Vivi tried again, with a slightly firmer tone, "Perhaps you would feel differently if you found your chamber, my lord." "I don't think so." The corner of Will's mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. "William, you would try the patience of a saint," Vivi said with a smile. "Must I ask you to escort two young women frightened of the dark upstairs?" He laughed aloud. "You two? Frightened of something? I find that very difficult to believe." Ella — Sarah MacLean

Jude had a private collection. — Joe Hill

I don't want to limit myself musically. It would be really limiting if we'd neglect something we really want to do, like explore other styles of music. — Billie Joe Armstrong

Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green. — Brandon Mull