Francie Brady Quotes & Sayings

Love was like death that way. — Paul Russell

I'm not a good small talker. I'm not into small talk, frankly. — Mohamed ElBaradei

That's the key to success, isn't it? It has to be fun. — Monica Seles

You're Mexican until you make money and then you're Spanish. — Lee Trevino

I'm against all war. — Sean Combs

I could tell you, but you should never trust what someone says about themselves. It's something you need to see for yourself. — Maria La Serra

I grew up in western Oregon, just outside Eugene, on 27 wooded acres that served as my playground. — Benjamin Percy

I like what I do. Some writers have said in print that they hated writing and it was just a chore and a burden. I certainly don't feel that way about it. Sometimes it's difficult. You know, you always have this image of the perfect thing which you can never achieve, but which you never stop trying to achieve. But I think ... that's your signpost and your guide. You'll never get there, but without it you won't get anywhere.
[Interview with Oprah Winfrey, June 5, 2007] — Cormac McCarthy

I think some of the funniest and most artistic people I know are the ones who had a hard time at school. They often have humility and artistry. So, as much as I feel bad for kids who have to go through a rough childhood, I believe that if they can turn it around, it's going to make them better people later on. — Drew Barrymore

We are still masters of our fate.
We are still captains of our souls. — Winston S. Churchill

The winter sunset, flaming beyond spires
And chimneys half-detached from this dull sphere,
Opens great gates to some forgotten year
Of elder splendours and divine desires.
Expectant wonders burn in those rich fires,
Adventure-fraught, and not untinged with fear;
A row of sphinxes where the way leads clear
Toward walls and turrets quivering to far lyres.
It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers,
Where every unplaced memory has a source,
Where the great river Time begins its course
Down the vast void in starlit streams of hours.
Dreams bring us close - but ancient lore repeats
That human tread has never soiled these streets. — H.P. Lovecraft

The music was as much a gift as sunshine, as rain, as any blessing ever prayed for. — Bebe Moore Campbell