Farmed And Dangerous Quotes & Sayings

It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All those paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenient store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the thing paper-thin and paper-frail. — John Green

We've heard some theories, but there is a lot of mystery surrounding my adoption. — Patti Stanger

You may as well attempt to colonise the moon with white mice as publish a volume of poetry'. — Victoria Clayton

To say it very honestly, removed from ego, standup is just a thing that I understood, a God-given ability. — Jerrod Carmichael

It was silly, but I couldn't let go of the hope that one day he'd walk in, look at me, smile and maybe pop
by my table to have a chat where I would boggle his mind with my brilliance. I'd charm him with my
manner. Then he'd ask me out on a date. At the end of which, maybe, hopefully, I'd finally be able to
touch his hair (amongst other things).
This never happened. — Kristen Ashley

A lot of people go off and have fun adventures, or hard adventures, and their impulse is to write about them right away. What really makes a difference is having some perspective on what happened. — Cheryl Strayed

Despite the demands of this job, one of the things my wife and I try to do is to spend time together alone. And one of the things we really enjoy doing together is seeing a good movie. — Warren Christopher

I've been very lucky because Perth has been very good to me. I've enjoyed my journey and met so many wonderful people. — Kerry Stokes

We are born nude and everything after that is drag. — RuPaul

Someone had cleared that hillside once to make an orchard that had fallen into ruin and was now only twisted silver branches and split trunks. I sat there and continued to watch the sky as, out of nowhere, great solid-looking clouds built hot stacks and cotton cones. I was sixteen years old. — Louise Erdrich

All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness. — Eckhart Tolle

One could not live forever, though, upon memories and dreams. One could not forever ignore the fact that one was alone and that perhaps one would be alone for the rest of one's life. — Mary Balogh

Vehemence without feeling is but rant. — George Henry Lewes