Dornenvoegel Quotes & Sayings

My fans would love to see Brian Fellow come back. I love my fans. And they like my edge. — Tracy Morgan

I do what I can to make young people understand that drugs can destroy their lives. I'm the perfect example of what people can accomplish when they have regained a sane body and spirit. — Don Johnson

Advisors are generally brilliant theoreticians but wretched practitioners. — Francoise Giroud

Life has got to be lived - that's all there is to it. — Eleanor Roosevelt

In friendship you are free, you don't hurt much. But love when comes to hurt hollows your identity, peace, mind and body so intensely making blank mind. — Sadashivan Nair

I began to exercise a lot of cinematic muscle with the precepts I had learned in the New York art world. Film was intriguing. I began to think of art as elitist; film was not. — Kathryn Bigelow

Agnes Martin is a big influence in my work actually, when I first saw her, these fine grids. — Robert Barry

Stale beer sticks to wobbling tables. The cigarette machine flashes in the corner, mocking smokers who never have any change on them. There's no natural light in this pub, so it's dark and gloomy. The pain on the face of the staff tells its own story: overworked, underpaid, exploited and treated as expendable. I feel at home with them. They're so scared they will be fired from their terrible jobs, every time I order a beer they ask me if I want any peanuts or crisps, in case between drinks I've turned into the dreaded mystery shopper. The air is chewy and weighs heavy on the skin. The fruit machines in the corners don't make a sound, aware this is the last stop saloon for the drunk few who can't afford to gamble properly. Everyone here is down to their last pint and pound. — Craig Stone

Every reasonable human being should be a moderate Socialist. — Thomas Mann

The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa ... lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860. — Nancy B. Brewer