Forking Good Quotes & Sayings

A great musician once told me that one should never play a single note without hearing it, feeling that it is true, thinking it beautiful. — Brenda Ueland

I feel better after listening to the live album of Ummagumma and some hash. — Sienna McQuillen

The base of artistic pursuit is ambivalence and complexity. And that's what I try to do. — Fernando Perez

By the time you are 88 years old, you "have consumed 300 tons of food, air and water." — R. Buckminster Fuller

Let's not go through that again. Redirect it, reduce the amount of money spent, but let's not destroy it. Because you don't know 10 years out what you're going to face. — William Colby

A bar, as any good dictionary will tell you, is a rod of wood or iron that can be used to fasten a gate. From this came the idea of a bar as any let or hindrance that can stop you going where you want to; specifically the bar in a pub or tavern is the bar-rier behind which is stored all the lovely intoxicating liquors that only the bar-man is allowed to lay is hands on without forking out. — Mark Forsyth

Will you stay with me? I think I'll sleep better. I swear I won't hurt you. — Chelsea M. Cameron

We should also build the attitude that there is nothing of a vacation, nothing of a holiday in this great missionary service. It is hard, and at times discouraging, work. Last year our missionaries averaged sixty-seven hours a week in actual proselyting effort. Let those who contemplate missions realize that they will work as they have never worked before, and that they may expect such joy as they have not previously known. — Gordon B. Hinckley

Locking up the house - their home - and driving away. The only slightly good news was that they weren't selling it. Someday, Dad promised, they'd return. The big things - furniture, art, — Kristin Hannah

Did you have a good time on Saturday, then?" he asked. I wished it had been between mouthfuls, but it was, in fact, horrifically, during one. "Yes, thank you," I said. "It was the first time I've tried dancing, and I quite enjoyed it." He kept forking the food into his mouth. The process, and the noise, seemed almost industrial in its relentlessness. — Gail Honeyman