Gardoni Houston Quotes & Sayings

The secret to scooping ice cream is all about the scooper. You have to dip it in water before and after every scoop. Then it just rolls off. — Crystal Reed

His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. — John Milton

I never talk about my private life. When you're in this business it becomes so precious. I don't understand when people open up about themselves to the press. — Chris Noth

Warren Jeffs is both a problem and the symptom of a problem. The FLDS has created a lot of Warrens, men who are intoxicated with their own power, believing they need at least three wives to get into heaven and wanting to dominate women and children. Generation after generation of believers have been conditioned to equate obedience with salvation. People who have never been taught of allowed to think for themselves don't suddenly change. Change it too frightening. — Carolyn Jessop

Gertrude Stein maintained that one wrote for oneself and for strangers, a superb recognition that I would extend into a parallel apothegm: one reads for oneself and for strangers. The Western Canon does not exist in order to augment preexisting societal elites. It is there to be read by you and by strangers, so that you and those you will never meet can encounter authentic aesthetic power and the authority of what Baudelaire (and Erich Auerbach after him) called "aesthetic dignity." One of the ineluctable stigmata of the canonical is aesthetic dignity, which is not to be hired. — Harold Bloom

War, in our country, ought never to be resorted to but when it is clearly justifiable and necessary; so much so as not to require the aid of logic to convince our understanding nor the ardour of eloquence to inflame our passions. There are many reasons why this country should never resort to it but for causes the most urgent and necessary. — John C. Calhoun

She made a decision and forced out the words. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" he asked coolly, not even looking at her. "You dance as beautifully as anyone would expect."
"For being intolerably rude," she persisted. "If that is how you see it."
He glanced down and raised a brow. "Is not that how you see it?"
Amy kept a hold on her temper. "Perhaps. But chiefly, I was being honest."
"So was I."
"When?" she asked, confused.
"When I called you a bitch." He smiled and executed a particularly dizzy turn. — Jo Beverley