Dominey Drew Quotes & Sayings

Is Chris Rock still gonna host the Oscars after this blatant racism?? Is everyone still gonna show up?? — Tyrese Gibson

We see these cute, perfect bombshells that make me feel like I'm not good enough, I'm not pretty enough. I don't think I could pull off playing a person like that, and do I want to? I don't know. — Sarah Steele

We want to make movies for the big screen. We want people to go to the theater and feel like they're watching a movie. — Asif Kapadia

I went to a boarding school when I was 13, and it was a very arty school, so there was an opportunity for a lot more. I joined a band and so on. We would do concerts at school, and I would play cover tunes and thought, 'This is really great.' — Teddy Thompson

The first song I wrote and had published was titled "Just As Long As That Someone Is You". It was written in 1959, and recorded in 1965 by Jimmy Ellege. I started writing songs because I wanted something of my own to sing. I, at that time, was not aware that the songs I heard on the radio were not written by the folks singing them. I had always loved poetry, and found it easy to integrate a melody with poetry. — Mickey Newbury

I have seen your
darkest nights
and brightest days
and I want you to know
that I will be here
forever
loving you
in dusk. — Atticus Poetry

I thought about death and was gripped by feelings which choked my chest and made my throat dry, a sudden pushing and shoving in my guts. It was a sort of chronic ailment I had. Once that feeling and that agitation of my whole body had begun, I wouldn't be able to shake it off until I got to asleep. And I couldn't recall it with the same impact in the daytime. — Kenzaburo Oe

She was trying to hide it, the pain I had caused her again. Because she knew how much those tears destroyed me. — Ashleigh Z.

So we are disappointed that some of our closest allies, including Canada, have not agreed with us on the urgent need for this military action against Iraq. — Paul Cellucci

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean. — James Russell Lowell

We ran hunched along a subterranean corridor, discarded animal bones underfoot, the ceiling brushing our heads, past things I tried not to see - a slumped figure in a corner, sleepers shivering on miserable mats of straw, a boy in rags lying on the ground with a beggar's pail bangled around one arm. — Ransom Riggs