Egiziano Che Quotes & Sayings

No, I'm a coonass, my religion is shaky, and I've never hit the juice. — James Lee Burke

I have a desire to help animals, the question of whether it makes financial sense, it's my money and I get to do what I want with it. It's an expensive hobby I picked up at the end of my life. — Sam Simon

I had a very clear vision, of Selina with her hair about her shoulders, a crimson hat upon her head, a velvet coat, ice-skates - I must have been remembering some picture. I imagined myself beside her, the air coming sharply into our mouths. I imagined how it would be if I took her, not to Italy, but only to Marishes, to my sister's house; if I sat with her at supper, and shared her room, and kissed her -
I cannot say what would frighten them most - her being a spirit-medium, or a convict, or a girl. — Sarah Waters

There was no arguing with a man when he started saying thing like that
using logic as a weapon. — Sally Wentworth

The success of the poem is determined not by how much the poet felt in writing it, but by how much the reader feels in reading it. — John Ciardi

I've done some acting and a lot of different things, but mostly it's the music. — Joan Jett

Through the ear, we shall enter the invisibility of things. — Edmond Jabes

You can't do Shakespeare with a Southern accent, honey. — Katy Mixon

I'll come back to you." "And you'll marry me ... " "In my heart I already have." "And you'll give us babies ... " "I can't wait to meet our children." "And you'll love me ... " "I never stopped, and I never will. — Elizabeth Finn

No existing form of anthropoid ape is even remotely related to the stock which has given rise to man. — Henry Fairfield Osborn

It is my strong conviction that a realist conception of human nature should be made a servant of an ethic of progressive justice and should not be made into a bastion of conservatism, particularly a conservatism which defends unjust privileges. — Reinhold Niebuhr

that I thought of you - of the air that slipped
between the strands of your hair, and blue stones
in my hand, before the autumn damasks

bloom their last, before these blue stones are lain
forgotten as the blossoms of plum trees
I could not render in my artless hands — John Daniel Thieme