Freddled Quotes & Sayings

I've seen few things more depressing than the end-of-season Giants-Padres series in 2001 in which Barry Bonds hit his 68th homer of the year while a .227-hitting, rapidly fossilizing Rickey Henderson staggered like a delirious marathoner toward 3,000 hits. — Stephen Rodrick

Every word you have ever uttered, is engraved upon my heart. — Elizabeth Hoyt

Of the two, the one will always follow, the other will always lead, whatever be the course of their destiny. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Luck, you see, brings bitter friends. — John Steinbeck

I dream of a day when governments and societies no longer value blood and race over children, and the millions of unwanted children are freed at birth for adoption by people of every race. Aside from all its other benefits, massive adoption is the best assurance that people will never again slaughter the "other." When members of every family are one of those "others," such hatreds will become, finally, impossible. — Dennis Prager

Women are always self-effacing and self-denying. There's a term that enrages me, and I always used to swear that I'd never play characters described that way. The term is "long-suffering." — Helen Mirren

Volleyball is a Jewish sport. It's fun, and nobody can get hurt. — Gail Parent

I think guns are terrible. — Missy Peregrym

A planet without AIDS is possible, but to create that planet we must
do away with the vestiges of the old planet where testing positive to
the HIV virus effectively relegates an individual to the subclass of
Human society — Oche Otorkpa

I like seeing girls throw down. — Mackenzie Foy

I think it's just as viable a way of telling a story as anything else but for right now we like playing around with the new ways to do 3-D because I think it's only going to get better. I think that eventually we'll come home, we'll sit in our living room and there will be a little hologram that'll pop up and you'll watch these 3-D movies but you'll be able to walk around it. — Todd Farmer

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams