Eggs Over Evie Quotes & Sayings

You know it's ART, when the check clears. — Andy Warhol

And I figured that he can be my ears and I can be his eyes. A good trade-off, don't you think? — Alison Jackson

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different. — Neil Gaiman

I try to paint from life, but I had such a miserable experience with Bonaparte, who wouldn't sit still and kept mumbling about catching a cold and something incoherent about Wellington , so I finally decided to work from photos. — Roman Genn

It should be the likes ay us that agitate for change, but aw we dae is drugs. — Irvine Welsh

I made him take some broth," Lillian explained. "I had the devil of a time getting him to swallow - he wasn't precisely what one would call conscious - but I persisted until I had poured a quarter cup or so down his throat. I think he relented in the hopes that I was a bad dream that might go away if he humored me."
Evie had been unable to induce Sebastian to drink anything since the previous morning. "You are the most wonderful - "
"Yes, yes, I know." Lillian airily waved away the words, uncomfortable as always with praise. "Your tray was just brought up - it's there on the table by the window. Mulled eggs and toast. Eat every bite, dear. I should hate to have to use force on you too. — Lisa Kleypas

I'll meet you outside. I rushed to — R.J. Palacio

Comic-strip artists do not make good husbands, and God knows they do not make good comic strips. — Don Herold

Anatomy lab, in the end, becomes less a violation of the sacred and more something that interferes with happy hour, and that realization discomfits. In our rare reflective moments, we were all silently apologizing to our cadavers, not because we sensed the transgression but because we did not. — Paul Kalanithi

I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy. — Gary Oldman

It was strange the way that people venerated truth. Everyone seemed to strive for it, as though it were some unalloyed good, a perfect gem of glittering rectitude. Women and men might disagree about its definition, but priests and prostitutes, mothers and monks all mouthed the word with respect, even reverence. No one seemed to realize how stooped the truth could be, how twisted and how ugly. — Brian Staveley