Fire Plugs Lures Quotes & Sayings

Age is such a natural progression you shouldn't fight it. — Ann-Margret

The body you're given, the mind you're given, the morality and the hang ups you're given, they're yours. Deal with it. — Kristen McMenamy

You're it for me. I knew it the moment I saw you tell of the maitre d' at the restaurant. Do you understand? You're it. I love you. That sketch was of the moment I fell in love with you. — Nichole Chase

The individual is not only best qualified to provide his own personal defense, he is the only one qualified to do so: and his right to do so is guaranteed by the Constitution. — David Mamet

It is so simple: the choices we make in our everyday lives, the things we do (or not) for others, define the world we live in. — Bernard Jan

It is evident that the gospels were not copied from each other, for they often relate different events, and when they relate the same occurrence, each man relates those parts of it which he saw himself, and which impressed him most. — Anonymous

I grew up in Europe, where the history comes from. — Eddie Izzard

There is some consolation in the fact that, even though your dreams don't come true, neither do your nightmares. — Richard Armour

To outsiders it probably seems like splitting hairs, but to me, Bright Eyes is a simply the collaboration between myself and Mike Mogis and Nate Walcott. What you hear is definitely the sum of all our ideas and represents all three of us. But I still write the songs myself. — Conor Oberst

The thing you do is escape from them by immersing myself in the character you're playing. — Pia Zadora

I listen to the rain and the thunder, and I think I hear Jenna's voice in them, sounding out a warning. She's been gone for months now. But sometimes it feels like she's more alive than ever. She's one of the indecipherable things that make sounds in the wind, and she's in every kind of dream - the good and the awful. — Lauren DeStefano

May you always have a friend that is worth that name. Irish blessing — Faith Lyon

As she read on, her surroundings gradually faded, and soon there lay about her only the mists of dream; the purple, star-strown mists beyond Time, where only gods and dreamers walk. — H.P. Lovecraft