Frankfurters Band Quotes & Sayings

In fact, Parkinson's has made me a better person. A better husband, father and overall human being. — Michael J. Fox

Locations are all tough, all miserable. I never left the sound stage for 18 years at Warners. We never went outside the studio, not even for big scenes. — Bette Davis

Great cities are not static, they constantly change and take the world along with them. — Edward Glaeser

The worst evil which can befall the artist is that his work should appear good in his own eyes. — Leonardo Da Vinci

Upon patterned cushions that might have been honked, zig by zag, out of Ornette Coleman's horn, the odalisque exposed her flesh to a society that had grown frightened again of flesh. — Tom Robbins

Cancer can no longer be classified according to the organ in which it arises. It has to be characterized in terms of the genetic mutation that exists. — Laurie Glimcher

The appearance of a pest should be regarded as a warning from Mother Earth to put our house in order. — Albert Howard

Look, guys, no matter what a girl does, no matter how she's dressed, no matter how much she's had to drink, it's never, never, never, never, never OK to touch her without her consent. This doesn't make you a man. It makes you a coward. — Joe Biden

What are you gonna say?" Emma asked. " 'I'm not sure I want you back, but I'm sure I don't want your ex-con ex-girlfriend to have you, either'? Yeah. That'll start this little triangle off on the right foot. — Rachel Vincent

I love cities. New York, Montreal, London, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Singapore, Sydney, Melbourne, Toronto, L.A ... but, I do choose to live in Vancouver. It's home. — Stewart Butterfield

He who would teach men to die would teach them to live. — Michel De Montaigne

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever" (Heb. 13:8). — Jim Reimann

And no one could have known if he had ever looked at her either as, without any semblance of progress in either of them, they draw slowly together as the wagon crawls terrifically toward her in its slow palpable aura of somnolence and red dust in which the steady feet of the mules move dreamlike and punctuate by the sparse jingle of harness and the limber bobbing of jackrabbit ears, the mules still neither asleep nor awake as he halts them. — William Faulkner

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix. — Arthur Conan Doyle