Driskill Hotel Quotes & Sayings

To be reminded of life's mysteries was a delicious gift. — Lynn Thomson

Get rid of this bunkum about the 'carnal Christian'. Forget it! If you're carnal, you're not saved. — Leonard Ravenhill

Last year's leaves exploded into rustling traitors under Haydn's boots. Branches clawed at his cloak and he ducked, swiping away pale gray webs of moss. Gorawen's fingers were wrapped around his left hand. A moonstone gleamed from his right. The dim light barely lifted the shadows as Haydn tucked the stone beside a log. Another flash of soaked moonbeams lurked on the edge of his sight. Half-covered, they'd not reveal their path to those following while marking a clear trail for his and Gorawen's return and keep their own direction sure. — Hope Ann

The natural man has only two primal passions, to get and to beget. — William Osler

If there is an after, I hope it's not dark. And I hope you can remember. I'd hate to wander around in the dark forever, not knowing who I was or what I was doin' here, or not even knowing that I'd ever had anything different. — Richard Bachman

Small courtesies were the lubricant of daily life. — Robert Jordan

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't. — Freddie Mercury

When we love someone it is because we built that feeling, bit by bit. It's a choice. It's what we make only for ourselves ... — Bruce Brooks

Case turned back, in time to catch the briefest flash of a black rose, its petals sheened like leather, the black stem thorned with bright chrome. — William Gibson

You forget, darling.
I am the local psychopath. — Kelley Armstrong

About novel Imperfect Birds by Anne Lamott.
Q: What does the title "Imperfect Birds" mean?
It's a line from a poem by Rumi. The line is "Each must enter the nest made by the other imperfect birds", and it's really about how these kind of scraggly, raggedy nests that are our lives are the sanctuary for other people to step into, and that if you want to see the divine, you really step into the absolute ordinary. When you're at your absolutely most lost and dejected ... where do you go? You go to the nests left by other imperfect birds, you find other people who've gone through it. You find the few people you can talk to about it.
from Writer's Digest May/June 2010 — Anne Lamott

He bent over the back of sofa inside my apartment and removed my panties. With his Teeth.
With his mother-loving teeth! I can't even!
Romance novels, schmomance novels, here's how Wallbanger does it — Alice Clayton

And with that, the future I had imagined, the one just about to be realized, the culmination of decades of striving, evaporated. — Paul Kalanithi