Fiery Red Head Quotes & Sayings

The books you love best - those are the immensity of the sea. — Kevin Brockmeier

The drama of the sky dance is enacted nightly on hundreds of farms, the owners of which sigh for entertainment, but harbor the illusion that it is to be sought in theaters. They live on the land, but not by the land. — Aldo Leopold

God is the God of the impossible, as well as the God of the possible. — Lester Roloff

A panic attack is interesting the way a broken leg or a kidney stone is interesting - a pain that you want to end. — Scott Stossel

I didn't grow up with Broadway music. My mother played Perry Como, while I listened to Andy Williams records. Later on it was Cream, Grand Funk Railroad and lots of R&B like the Isley Bros. and Parliament. — Donny Osmond

Players from the Dominican Republic have a history of not playing well in cold weather ... The ball hurts their hands when they make contact. — Grady Little

I sent American troops to Iraq to make its people free, not to make them American. Iraqis will write their own history and find their own way. — George W. Bush

She slapped him, quick and hard. His head turned slightly with the blow, but other than that his only reaction was the narrowing of his eyes. Her chest was heaving as if she were running. "No! You must go to London. You must get him out. You must save my brother because if you don't, I swear upon everything I hold holy that I'll ruin both you and your illustrious name. I'll - " "Little bitch," he breathed, his face turned fiery red, and he slammed his mouth against hers. There was no softness in him. He claimed her lips like a marauder: hard and angry. If she'd once thought him cold as ice, well, that ice was burned away now by the fire of his rage. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Love with its paraphernalia of sexuality, jealousy, nostalgia and exaltation was easier to reognize than friendship, which seemed to have (excepting athletic equipment) no paraphernalia at all. — John Cheever

My son loves the whores who visit our upstairs neighbor. "What animal are you?" he asks them when he bumps into them on the stairs. "Today I'm a mouse, a quick and slippery mouse." And they get it right away, and throw out the name of an animal: an elephant, a bear, a butterfly. Each whore and her animal. It's strange, because with other people, when he asks them about the animals, they simply don't catch on. But the whores just go along with it. — Etgar Keret

If I could go back to my first year of acting school, I'd probably say: 'Relax. Stop taking yourself so seriously.' — Seth Numrich