Excellencies Mean Quotes & Sayings

Who cares who comes out of the closet or not, so long as you're happy? — Christopher Atkins

I have to show who I am, play with the crowd, play with the camera. When people come to a race, part of it is the anticipation, "What is he going to do?" — Usain Bolt

I always believe that every song tells a story, so the last thing I want to do is edit out like the meat of the story. I would pick songs based off a), whether I felt like I could do anything with them, and b) whether I felt like I could keep the story intact. And then you sit in with one of the piano players and one of the vocal coaches and kind of work out your arrangements that way. — David Cook

She has a pretty soul and writes pretty poetry. — N.R. Hart

Meditation will help you to find your bonds, loosen them, untie them and cast your moorings. When you are no longer attached to anything, you have done your share. The rest will be done for you. — Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

Maybe sincerity is the new punk. But to me, I think I have to connect with something emotionally, on some level, or I don't care about it. And if I don't care about it, then I don't think anyone listening to it will, either. — Chris Cornell

I've started many novels, and they all ended on page seven. — Grace Paley

Struggle is not an option: it's a biological requirement. — Daniel Coyle

How can I turn from Africa and live? — Derek Walcott

Insisting on maintaining dignity at all costs is paralyzing. Mistakes are informative, and so is playing the fool — Patrick Califia-Rice

My personal style falls between casual cool and meticulous slob. I'm most comfortable in jeans, but I love fashion. — Reid Scott

There must be labor, incessant and constant, if there is to be a harvest. — Gordon B. Hinckley

He had violent passions, and on occasion desire seized his body so that he was driven to an orgy of lust, but he hated the instincts that robbed him of his self-possession. I think, even, he hated the inevitable partner in his debauchery. When he had regained command over himself, he shuddered at the sight of the woman he had enjoyed. His thoughts floated then serenely in the empyrean, and he felt towards her the horror that perhaps the painted butterfly, hovering about the flowers, feels to the filthy chrysalis from which it has triumphantly emerged. I suppose that art is a manifestation of the sexual instinct. It is the same emotion which is excited in the human heart by the sight of a lovely woman, the Bay of Naples under the yellow moon, and the Entombment of Titian. It is possible that Strickland hated the normal release of sex because it seemed to him brutal by comparison with the satisfaction of artistic creation. — W. Somerset Maugham

We must always remember to thank the CIA and the Army for LSD. That's what people forget ... They invented LSD to control people and what they did was give us freedom. — John Lennon