Eickmeyer Farms Quotes & Sayings

People, whether they know it or not, like their blues singers miserable. They like their blues singers to die afterwards. — Janis Joplin

The crooks downtown figured out that comedy is like a hammer. It can put up a barn and it can knock down a wall. So they bought it outright and marketed it as Comedy Central. — Lenny Bruce

A woman with a warrior's heart shouldn't fear the truth," she said. "No weapon in the world is stronger than the truth. — Catherine M. Wilson

And I say that Your Highnesses ought not to consent that any foreigner does business or sets foot here, except Christian Catholics since this was the end and the beginning of the enterprise, that it should be for the enhancement and glory of the Christian religion, nor should anyone who is not a good Christian come to these parts. Here may be found the first suggestion of the exclusive colonial policy that Spain and other nations followed. — Christopher Columbus

Revenge is a bad policy if you gain nothing out of it, but under the same circumstances, forgiveness is even a worse one. — M.F. Moonzajer

And in that instant, nothing else mattered. Not the song, not the place, not the other couples around him. Only this, only her. — Nicholas Sparks

The Super Bowl is Americana at its most kitsch and fun. — Sting

One evening he appeared with an infant in his arms at the door of his ex-wife, Martha. Because Briony, his lovely young wife after Martha, had died. Of what? We'll get to that. I can't do this alone, Andrew said, as Martha stared at him from the open doorway. It happened to have been snowing that night, and Martha was transfixed by the soft creature-like snowflakes alighting on Andrew's NY Yankees hat brim. Martha was like that, enrapt by the peripheral things as if setting them to music. Even in ordinary times, she was slow to respond, looking at you with her large dark rolling protuberant eyes. Then the smile would come, or the nod, or the shake of the head. Meanwhile the heat from her home drifted through the open door and fogged up Andrew's eyeglasses. He stood there behind his foggy lenses like a blind man in the snowfall and was without volition when at last she reached out, gently took the swaddled infant from him, stepped back, and closed the door in his face. — E.L. Doctorow