Ernestine The Operator Quotes & Sayings

Ben Carson seems pretty proud that he knows how big the Medicare budget is. All that money goes to the private sector, but Carson seems to think the private sector would do a lot better if ... something. I'm not quite sure what. — Ted Cruz

Ryka had encouraged me to have a summer fling. The only fling I'd ever had with a guy was when Felix Lewis flung me in the air during cheeleading tryouts. — Wynne Channing

To choose to live with a dog is to agree to participate in a long process of interpretation, a mutual agreement though the human being holds most of the cards. — Mark Doty

One preacher described it as if you and I were standing a short hundred yards away from a dam of water ten thousand miles high and ten thousand miles wide. All of a sudden that dam was breached, and a torrential flood of water came crashing toward us. Right before it reached our feet, the ground in front of us opened up and swallowed it all. At the Cross, Christ drank the full cup of the wrath of God, and when he had downed the last drop, he turned the cup over and cried out, "It is finished." This is the gospel. — David Platt

I'm sorry,' I told him one night over dinner. I was genuinely embarrassed, not least of all because I was sure I'd said it before. 'Sometimes I love you too much to listen to what you're saying. — Charlotte Shane

for Ellie to have a word with you. Help you make up your mind.' The — Boyd Brent

I wish Barry Lopez would write novels.
from Conversations with Jim Harrison — Jim Harrison

LOL has turned into something you type when you have nothing better to add into a conversation. — Richard Harris

One of the most troublesome things in life is that what you do or do not want has very little to do with what does or does not happen. — Lemony Snicket

Up in the glade, and notch an arrow. — Robert E. Howard

I think it would be fun to write about movies again. — Bill Condon

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana.
This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay. — Cassandra Clare