Drysdale Alameda Quotes & Sayings

The oversized chairs are white; the walls, covered with occasional landscape paintings, are white; and the plush carpet is the whitest of all. I'm insanely glad I didn't bring a cup of grape juice with me. — Wendy Mass

Your desire shall be your delight. — Lailah Gifty Akita

The tension of constructing an explanation, from A to B to C to D, apparently so simple a task, irritates many people with ADD. While they can hold the information in mind, they do not have the patience to sequentially put it out. That is too tedious. They would like to dump the information in a heap on the floor all at once and have it be comprehended instantly. Otherwise, — Edward M. Hallowell

I don't usually read my reviews. I've noticed older reviewers are much more bothered by the plot complications. Younger reviews don't seem to be bothered by the complications at all. — Heidi Julavits

Garp didn't want a daughter because of men. Because of bad men, certainly; but even, he thought, because of men like me. — John Irving

For one thing, there are many "inventions" that are not patentable. The "inventor" of the supermarket, for example, conferred great benefits on his fellowmen for which he could not charge them. Insofar as the same kind of ability is required for the one kind of invention as for the other, the existence of patents tends to divert activity to patentable inventions. — Milton Friedman

Then, in the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations, Digests, Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending. — Ray Bradbury

She was meaning and order and light, and now that she's gone, chaos falls like a dark leaden cloud. — Christopher Moore

Some men are like pyramids, which are very broad where they touch the ground, but grow narrow as they reach the sky. — Henry Ward Beecher

Each morning, each turbid morning of your lives you will have it steaming and burning at your tables: so as not to see it, not to digest it so many times: you will push it aside a bit between the bread and the grapes, this bowl of silent blood that will be there each morning, each morning. A — Pablo Neruda

Happy homes are filled with the noise of children; unhappy homes the noise of their parents — Agona Apell

I would definitely love to be a parent. — Kate Walsh